by Palaces Jon Tyson partially after Rachael Crosbie. I feel relief when I bleed—it’s that little piece of pleasure, the way it lifts up out of me like rising from a bed. I think I’d like it the same, you pushing down on my neck—please. It’s a perfect cycle—it’s sex—that perfection, that tight in and out. It’s me, choking and sinking onto the night’s street. It’s you, smoking on all these bright shadows and weeping. That sour, spoiled kiss: it broke my teeth. Palaces is Edit