An asteroid burst of bright white light overtook the darkness of the dining room. From behind our closed eyelids that white light pierced us completely, body and mind. All the while our medium—a gorgeous lady in her mid-40s whose tolerance for shenanigans is violently non-existent—she told us not to open our eyes. I felt the bright white light cover me in a warmth so deep it was heart-breakingly like the sudden very distant touch of somebody you were in love with in the past. And then, abruptly, the white light became cold. Light became a memory as the room sulked, instantly dark and heavy. Our medium said, “It’s over.”
Separating the lungs from the chest.
Sedated animal.
A(n) wallow; all hold these bones and braces.
Through the window of the train on the way to the clinic I watched curved ramps on the highway dart across the horizon, curling like snakes.
With a coil of thick rope tied tight around my ankles, I hung suspended from the ceiling in the corner of a closet on the sixth floor of the bank. Outside the door I could hear people passing by. The soft padding whispers of their shoes against the hall carpet entered or exited my consciousness for a period of so many days that I lost track. And the blood had long stopped rushing to my head. Now my face was the deep red of a red rainbow at night.
Jaret Ferratusco’s CORPSE ON PUMPKIN presents a new photographic channel on YouTube. You can view it from wherever there’s an internet connection; library, hotel room, at work, your sister’s boyfriend’s house, mall kiosks, clinic waiting rooms, City Hall, your boyfriend’s bed, your husband’s trunk, anywhere. The OPENING PARTY, however, is in Portland. Please join us either via web or at the opening. We
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1464 SE 2nd Avenue, PDX, underneath the Hawthorne Bridge.
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The bleeding house.