Noel Sikorski

The first time I swore was on the swings in Pusan, maybe I was six. I remember because my mother caught me as I sliced the air singing fuck and shit and asshole, my feet pumping harder than my heart. But I can’t remember how I learned to cuss, as my classmates enunciated it. Children […]

The milk falls like bird-shit, spreading web-like as it hits the black surface of Sal’s coffee. “That’s not you, peaches,” he says, his long gray whiskers jailing the yellow of his smoking teeth. In the back office, Laz does blow, white as the gallon milk pulling my hand closer to the paper cup coffee still […]

The allergies have taken my older brother’s body. At 5’11, Chris is a hundred and thirty pounds of inflamed epidermis. Everyday, for months, he scratches until blood and skin pucker into hard helmets of scabs, crafted to be pulled off. Culpability, here, is obvious. The specialist warns us to watch his diet and gives a […]