In a dream, the cockroaches who infest my house have served me an eviction notice. I want to say that this is Kafkaesque, but my therapist cuts me off. “Stop avoiding the question,” she says. “Why did you slash my tires?”
is an irregular writer and teacher, who has wondered through the humanities and fallen into english. Currently living in Istanbul en route to Caracas, he has previously published in Shot Glass Journal.
