If I know you now at all
it’s because I know what not
to say in your presence.If I remind you of something
you once said or did
you’ll scoff,“That scrap
of the old phantasm!”*
It was awful when my mother
pulled at things I said,
making them bigger or other
than they were,snatching them out
of a context
that I wouldn’t—
really couldn’t—share,
it was so nebulous
and crowded
This Issue
November 20, 2025
The Lingering Delusion
Frantic Realism
Falling Off the Map