My car is parked

but when I pass the sign

that says ‘Slow Down’...

Dad’s beat-up white Renault sat at the far end of our little cul-de-sac, one front wheel up on the pavement and the rear end stuck out miles from the curb...

In an alternate universe

this would be it for me.

Poof, that fork in the road...

We met at the gentlemen’s club near Times Square with a dark, damp interior that imitated the color and heaviness of a black forest cake...

I’ve drawn curtains over the moon, hatched

over stars, fanned out your antlers.

You look like a coat rack. Maybe...

I swirled a bottle of guava kombucha

touched my ear to the mouth to hear it sing

to hear the bubbles...

We couldn’t find the labyrinth, which was maddening because I’d been there before and was convinced we were in the right place. Much of what I’d remembered seemed to have been drained...

iii. When we arrived, my mother was already dead...

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I make my coffee in the dark in order to prolong the delicious weight of sleep. The sun will rise soon but for now...