Last night I dreamed I was filming a movie with Gaby Hoffmann and I told her how many times I’ve watched This Is My Life. She laughed. by Laura Kochman

Father sleeps like a black cow in the middle of the highway at night. Night is a calendar without knowledge of boxes. - Samantha Schaefer


From Issue 20 of TYPO, this poem is the kind of poem that makes me want to go write. It seems like it comes from a larger manuscript, maybe? Unless I'm just wishing that into evidence. I want to read more.