by Abhinav...That was the day childhood ended. Time no longer a yard but a funnel tilted downhill and revenge suddenly a possibility, not just desire. I knew I could do it. She saw it in my eyes. She knew I could do it.

by Abhinav Andréas BRUN It was late in the night, too late. Anyone who had a place in the world was already in it. Everyone else was shifting, in one queue or another. The train like a coil shifting in the dark, the dark of the earth shifting against vacant space, the space shifting in its own vacancy. Like memory shifts every time it’s wrenched into language. The platform a rectangular slab of white light, silhouettes slicing it drown in crumbs and murmurs. I was arguing on

by Abhinav Jeremy Bishop After Richard Siken In this dream we drag the moon out of the lake and swallow the leftovers as if they’ll save us. You tell me this isn’t reasonable — the landscape tilts but the dream goes on. The skyline curls into your clavicle and swords clang in the background. The loudspeaker yells the lottery numbers and turns out that everyone’s lost. The horses have burnt the stables down and all the bets are off. There’s smoke everywhere but it hasn’t reach