CAIN BUT NOT ABLE

I sat in my parked car and stared out into midnight nothing. Three Lilys songs on repeat for three hours. They were in this order:

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published1. Ginger2. Claire Hates Me3. Day of the Monkey

It’s an episodic version of sinking that dances and weaves in and out of time. And in these episodes I’m ten, thirteen, fifteen, eighteen, twenty-seven, thirty-three and so on. My stomach hurts but no pill or actual ginger fixes that kind. I conside...