gasoline grievance, hot rosin shooting, everything smeared, who pretends to understand stardust or give it a smell, his hand in my mouth which I am biting as we are delivering each other the softest violence, disembodied ribs, slippery patches of pink, blood on the wall…

Sex. Drugs. Mad science. The end of the world as we know it. May contain poison, but that’s what you’re here for. A ghost story. A love story. (Made of hate?) Scissor legs and ignition. What happens when you really get to end it all?

A PRESS. PORTLAND, OREGON. THE VOID LEAVES FINGERPRINTS.

Canned dolmathes. Tomato leaves tumbling into our laps like green spiders.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair. Let down your loins. Let down your ribbons of blood for me to swing from.

Some of the worst crimes on this planet are committed by children who want to die and old people who want to live, says Moon Stavros Bell, and then he DOES it.

A novel by Jennifer Robin, author of Death Confetti, Earthquakes in Candyland, You Only Bend Once with a Spoonful of Mercury. From Oblique Strategies. Late 2024.

A PRESS. PORTLAND, OREGON. THE VOID LEAVES FINGERPRINTS.