A young man with glasses and tattoos standing on a balcony at dusk, with a lit Ferris wheel in the background.

cj

calamari

New York based poet & fiction writer.

fromHave You Seen What I’ve Become” (Fiction)

fromLeasing Agreement” (Poem)

fromJulian” (Fiction)

“I kissed the crown of your head with the same devotion and fear with which one kisses a crucifix."

Covenant is not the word you think it is—

no, not a convent, if it was

you’d never survive.

fromOde to the Bedroom Window” (Poem)

“half asleep,

half asleep, half

asleep.”

“the paint comes off in rows and sings like blades

of sunlight cutting into skin; bleed out”