Eerie Basin

by Ivy Pochoda

As far as I can tell, there’s no Red Hook without Jimmy, and there’s no Jimmy without Red Hook.

I won’t let it fall into your hands. I won’t let it fall into anyone else’s. This ends with me.

There’s nothing colder than when reality cuts through the warmth of drink. When the spinning in your brain solidifies to a stable truth. When everything loose and languid gets tight and hard.