i make shapes

by Sam Pink

on my way to the mailbox today, i slipped on some ice and almost hit my eye on a tree branch. i regained my balance and continued on. the guy walking behind me laughed. he had every right to laugh because it was funny and he had no tie to the physical pain i could've experienced. if i had lost my eye, i would've walked up to him and held him down in the snow, letting the blood from my empty eyesocket spill into his laughing mouth. my mail was mostly crap about credit cards that i will never use.


Sam Pink blogs here.