Laurie X writes real and surreal flash out of a churning mixture of present and former lives and takes only men with the taste of blood on their tongues as lovers.

She’s Come: Undone (December 20, 2009. Issue 12.)

As I lie dying, what would I change?

I would smoke the earth and offer it to the ocean.  Peel purple pyramids all in a row.  Pass twisty sticks of Thai.  View the world through mushroom stripes.

I would get lost in the geography of Cesar’s body.  The hooves and snouts of his spine.  The horse that beats at his throat.  Twine with the snakes that wind the muscles of his calves.

I would stop on Thanksgiving Day.  Give the ebony soul twenty dollars and advise him to celebrate mayaguel.  Swim in the blue agave pool of agape, where there is intentional response to ill-being.

I would live by the sea.  Breathe the rock spray of destruction, long red hair melting to sandy submission.  Smacked to life by mother earth, battered, and then worn smooth to ghost.

I would have a child.  A girl.  Who blew smoke in bathrooms and tattooed her heart on her sleeve.  And I would tell her one thing:

Conserve nothing.