My Cannibal Summer

Hurricane season is upon us. Heat is the agitation of molecules. Today it’s raining, and my car is lonely as an empty swimming pool. Like a lost pilot, I drive myself around and around, although I don’t know where I’m going. All I can hear is black and white noise. Yesterday, I combed my hysterical hair, so I looked like someone based on real events. When I applied for the lifeguard job, I told them I prefer select flesh, and I never let the weather bother me. Was Amelia Earhart’s body ever recovered? I’m pretty sure there is still time.

From Guest Contributor Brad Rose

The Empty Seat

There's a seat open right next to me. It's the only empty seat on the entire bus. You know that during rush hour you're lucky to get a few inches of space, let alone a seat.

Why don't you sit down. I will try my best not to squeeze up against you. I'm sure we'll touch a few times going around the curves, but always by accident.

If I lean in really close, we'll be breathing the same oxygen molecules. The hairs of my mustache might tickle your check.

Please, go ahead and sit down. I don't mind at all.