Matt BaatzThey picked me up at the train station, two smooth talking star swimmers,and any remaining…A burger, but a really good fucking burger, in an empty Rutland restaurant on a Sunday night. I had boarded the train with a backpack that…Mar 17, 2017Mar 17, 2017
Matt BaatzMeaculpabilityI slid my hand up the grade school railing now in my imaginings an ersatz monorail but one which pivoted, liberally, in slithering…Mar 12, 2017Mar 12, 2017