Little Annihilations So Exquisitely Ruined. We’re half-winged. Gagged with wings. We suck wings from our cups. Spread them across our bed. Trash them and take them out the trash and throw them away again. They lengthen our bodies. Dark ones, under our dark eyes. Some wings beg us to get up. Some say “no.” Others throw each other out of the house.

 

Me, Michael, and Matt. Mmmmm.