When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall, & in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
me Ishmael. Call me sailor. But not captain. Call me fishhook. Clean. Call me multipurpose fish scale weighing self-obsession. Call me fish tail in a siren’s silk sheets. Thief in the night. Buccaneer. Call me multipurpose fish scale singing motherfucker, then calling it good. Call me lukewarm algae eater upchucked. Call me match head struck […]