My Cardboard Balcony

Cole Slaw by Belinda Roddie Cole Slaw ate coleclaw as an act of poetic nuance, then realized that the cabbage had gone bad, so he stayed all day in bed with his sick knees pressed against his sick chest.

Someone did the unthinkable around half past midnight. The unthinkable, not to be thought thoroughly about at all, was named such in order to spare brainpower. The unthinkable, in one way or another, was meant to frighten skeptics, ready the guns of told-you-so-ers, and perpetuate a mythos across the entire town. No one knew who had committed the unthinkable that particular half past midnight. That person was unthinkable as well.