Bailing Out The Sex Boat Should Be My Memoir Title

SEX BOAT
James Gendron

Lately my hand is an alligator. One day I had trouble  slicing  roast  beef,  and when I looked down  at  my hand,  it was an alligator.  I went to the  doctor,   where  I  was   diagnosed  as   having an alligator for a hand.

That   night   I   took   my   hand   for   a   walk.    I crouched   down   by   a   couple   of   stagnant riverbeds   and   let   him   swim   around.   The moon  brought  out  the  yellow  of  the  floating scum.   I  felt  wonderful,   like  the  first  fish  to crawl up out of the sea.

I  came  home  late,  covered  in  mud.   My  wife refused  to  undress,  feeling  the  hand's  cold, reptilian  eyes  on  her.   She  didn't  know  me anymore.   We  sat  in  opposite  corners  of  the living  room.   The  upholstery  on  the  armchair was lime green

from James Gendron's Sexual Boat (Sex Boats)
recommended by Anis Mojgani

METICULOUS MURDER HANDS
Adam Stone

This morning there were crows latched into the stumps of my wrists Yesterday a wet noose in the turbulent harbor of my mouth Every day a part of me is briefly familiar but not welcome

I had grown accustomed to my sisyphean nose forever trying to roll my eyeballs back into their sockets at work But last tuesday it was a pinball ramp and i couldn't see for days

It turned out the noose was more anchor line than implement of death I couldn't say so many things that would have killed me to admit