Steam: Drink. By Carlos Detres

Two thousand words printed on paper, a story, a pair of characters – they all lie still on my desk, stapled and awaiting adoption.

I don’t understand My crazy cousin clothed in black Seated slouched on my black couch Making me laugh then weep Because ¯for being so cheap I have messed up my feet¯ He’s a poet and legend Who flew to Manhattan When bread prices soared Was redirected to Vietnam Where he died/cause they lied ¯and so, [...]

“One, two, three. Shhhhh…” Eyes closed and we lost touch with the world. One, two, three lovers in a room and I wasn’t counting sheep.