@owen.pelkey

You have been looking at the page for an hour without reading it. It is the middle of the night, a Sunday, the house asleep around you, and the evening has been nothing: work behind you, the phone scrolled down to its… read on →

You are leaving Nicholas Guidry, who has been yours for nineteen minutes. The apartment in New Orleans is dark and everyone in it is asleep. You stand at the kitchen counter in his bare feet with his phone lit in your… read on →

You are standing in a walk-in cooler in a restaurant that is not open, in Walter Brzezinski's body, and your knees are the reason you came. They have been a argument all day. Sixty-five years of stairs and tile are in… read on →

You are standing in Eliot Maguire's kitchen in the dark, and the refrigerator hums, and you have the phone in his hand with the wheel already on it. Four days. His knees complain on the linoleum, his stomach presses the… read on →