Places that aren't

Someone published fantasy books with my name on the cover. None of the places are real — which, between you and me, is still the funniest part. I lean into it. I do not bleed on mic about galaxies I left on purpose.

Already Broken is not a briefing. Same Place is not a map you can fold. Still Written is the slap after reinvention. Nothing But Dust is the tribute that cuts. Fell Anyway is the overlook — love named too late.

KLAG ninety-six point one. Dance floor optional. Torch hours.