Fiction & PoetryLifestyleTurn On the Stove, My Lover —Ruminating an Exploration from “My Ear Lobes Through the Mainland”
Hey babe, Where are you? I’m sitting on the moon Please cut me some slice of the sky, I’m so tired, I can’t come up this hour. The sky is cold; you need a hot meal. Oh, please make me one. You need to turn on the stove for me to cook. But I’m so tired. You don’t seem hungry. Do you? Burr… Okay. How do I do that? Start from the lobes of my...









