Kissoon's Loop

all-the-time crying, moved to tears by alternate timelines while working or walking down doppelgänger aisles in each; waking, and in dreams ...

The first day of Spring was the last day I drank the first time we’d spoken in over five years; the last time I thought I might again be abl...

Carrying too much weight. The cushioning towards my center tore, gave out. Through body, and horn: it took more than a year’s worth to begin...

The Lake took my grief, my heartache— and as guilt blossomed in my chest, it, too, dissolved in waves. She nullifies the noise of cars, the ...

  I want you to cause God’s name  to bloom from my open mouth; Tláloc’s lightning to proliferate through mine iron-bearing vessels. Glitchin...

Bursting sugared lime inside you— fleshy inguinal citrus— tart and piquant, aching sunshine: there were nearly tears in your eyes, saliva dr...