This was originally published first in a small run publication, Lightness & Darkness and later in a limited edition zine, “False Love.” False Love included writing by Dan Gleason, AA Bronson and Michael Workman was published in this same volume. My story is based on an artist who injected herself with horse plasma.
They entered through a side door on the outskirts of the city. Few words were exchanged. They entered the abandoned warehouse. They came to see a performance and paid a small fee at the door to do so. Electric light glimmered in the entrance, dim from an auxiliary generator. An usher directed them up a dusty stairwell — everything smelled like factory dirt and dry cement. At the top of the stair the light was warmer and more secure. They moved toward it like hungry moths and there, in this main room, another usher wearing white gloves and thin, gold glasses, gave them programs.