CharlestheComicArtis

the first and last signs of succumbing to carbon monoxide poisoning are the yellow post-it notes on the walls reminding you of the upcoming eclipse and the sheet of welding glass in your skull, [if the bull with a man's head approaches you at the nexus of the road and tells the same lie thrice does it become true?] [if the siren never rises from her bed to make coffee is she anything but a hag?] [if the boy in the desert learns to wear the skin of a coyote is he your only true brother?] [and if the writer is present at all, has she been speaking to her reflection or just staring into the toilet wondering about the fleshy pieces that keep