I sat for breakfast at a dinerAnd saw her in the booth across from mine.A plate of crumbs on her table.She watched me order, receive my order and begin to eat.Don’t just eat it, she said.Don’t just put it in your mouth, chew and swallow.If you do it like that then what’s the point?It should … Continue reading One Night I Dreamt of an Angel by Bret LeBeau

At 4am I wake sweating and stinking in my sheets on the floor by my bed.I feel drunk. I feel drugged. I must be drugged.So down to the diner for food—but what food is this, thisgrease-based, sugary fat, globular, doughy, half raw bacterial mush?Two old women at the booth in the corner, both sitting on … Continue reading A Day in the Life of… by Bret LeBeau