Sometimes coffee makes me feel murderous

I didn’t get enough sleep and now everyone is shimmering with clean smells and the endless possibilities of incidental touching.

Four broken ribs

Get on the bus, tell the driver a story about getting jumped and robbed so she lets you on the bus for free. Moan a lot, your arm pulsing in the sling. “Four broken ribs and I already got degenerative disc disease, so that ain’t helping,” you tell the guy sitting across from you when he asks. Stand up, move to a single seat in the back.

Something about desire, or ice skating, or something

He was: regularly torn apart by desire. He was: shredded and spending too much time feeling awful inside. He didn’t: have the strength for this. No, wait, cancel the full stop, leaving it laying where you dropped it — he does have the strength for this, like the toughest 15-year-old in the world, like the ice on Lake Ontario freezing out to the point. Skate for the horizon.