A meltdown and a triptych and back by Malaysia Day

Once upon a time, I wrote a fair bit. I read what I wrote onstage: bits of head and heart on paper that fluttered in shivers when held up to a mic. Flyers around town had my name on it even though I wasn’t in a band. And then I was in a band— in…

UV

I. the girl who whispered to you was violet and wanted your blood. maybe you were a lover, or not just yet, maybe just a tall drink spiked with fluorescent light. defend this, be the wolf, throw a punch your heart suggested to your hands— but they trembled, tired to her, and could only surrender…