Knock knock!

Who’s there?

I am.

I am…who?

Sixteen dollars; the amount of money I spent on shampoo and conditioner last week. It was that charcoal kind that’s meant for damaged hair.

She pushes the little lever forward and moves forward.
She pushes the little lever to the left and turns left.

You like his advice because
he was tough—a hunter, deep-sea fisher,
one who had seen war, and not
some namby-pamby academic
who sat behind a desk
all his days and only imagined
what killing, sex, and getting
drunk were like.