I’m not afraid of dying, no. There’s always a price to pay no matter where you live. All the windows burst out. Give it a week, people are going to start looting. I often get asked, “What’s taking so long?” That’s the kind of place this is. When I close my eyes, I smell ground zero, a lot of gushing blood, gurgling almost. Don’t assume it’ll go away on its own. We’ve seen fish in parts of the kitchen. People want to know is it climate change. I can’t help them as the door is already on fire.
The Book of Life
Since we started working on our book, I’d say about a third of the book is gone. It was just bambam-bam, the sound when a dude keeps his finger on the trigger. We know we’re in the presence of history when things are blowing up. Funny, right? Most men just like killing stuff. So few seem to pay any attention to the moon. Try to notice the cold, wet sensation. If you can’t after fifteen minutes, just sit or stand there. Two slim, undersized men lurk in a doorway. They have no idea what they are about to experience. Bodies arrive in shreds. Some arrive in halves. And no cops for miles.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of The Loser’s Guide to Street Fighting, winner of the 2017 Lorien Prize for Poetry from Thoughtcrime Press. He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.