stake or fire, they asked — sorry about your witch hunt, we were just leaving
my personal hell was never like this: filled with things i like to eat
open sesame wasn’t supposed to subvert the laws of physics
science wins the war: now we will all sleep afraid of things inside us
“something new,” he whined, so we took him to the gym, dressed him up in tights
went to the funhouse expecting magic, but got religion instead
second stage of grief, but it is you, and it is fair, so suck it up.
what insect creature is it that hovers above us, little buddy?
i used to love the playoffs until i became a full-fledged woman
