post-modernism
non-linear narrative
parataxis - two opposites together, reader creates new image
no grand narrative

the girl who turns red when called upon. she knows, she thinks, if she could only stop thinking red.
merge into this writing like the yellow head... where do i want to start.
kisses me through movie, we drink water. "like" x 1000000000...
& the nodder.

Girl, Gun, ZigZag, i'm not sure who wrote this. "in the back seat of his car, in the parkade behind the new apartments, Robert lays her down, slides his hand under two layers. Puts his lips to hers, inhales carbon dioxide from her mouth. Tastes the breath of her coming."

"I wake up to the alarm radio, beside Anna, the woman i no longer love. ... her nakedness fails to signify what it once did. Now it means practically nothing." i read those words and felt that coldness.

"Gazing at Anna across the dinner table. Robert demands the salt. Idiot, drunk, claiming to be whatever he claims to be."

"She is staring at me and why am I lying like a drunk beneath pine?"

"I can say this without exaggeration: when I met her I fell to my death. Backward down a snowy hill on a black plastic toboggan, watching movies into the early hours of the morning, growing brave enough to touch her hair with fingertips."

"If I ever return, she will dance. Little Anna, let her spill things and break things."

"Anna, only thing I love, I will make you feel the song of my blood. Anna, I have written love poems for your wooden bracelet."

"I have warned Anna never to get close to something that will one day die." I should have read this months ago.

"Anna, this is me drawing a heart on a piece of paper. I know that everybody does it, and it's nothing to look at, but it's the only way I can express this emotion, which has no words to it, only a familiar curvy outline."

"A map with stars on it, of all the places that I want to be with her. Looking out into the clear blue sky, watching Anna rise and I fall."

"I stuff a cardboard panel under my sweater vest and draw circuit boards in marker on my forearms until constellations become untraceable. Why do you draw vivid nightmares in broad strokes? Anna, don't look at me. Don't watch me walk away."

"If I heard her say his name I'd wince, drink myself unconscious, dissociate into molecules. Anna giggles, squeals, takes it in like fresh air, ascending to heaven on the living room floor."

"Anna buys cigarettes for kids."

did you write this?