all that macaroni and glitter- hide yourself in the box, in the corner. comfortable?
a loaded gun, a cocked question
who are you doing and when
he came on the kitchen floor.
the lighting was all wrong. only thing i remember, afterwards, how he turned his head away and flared his nostrils and commented on the building burning down around us. i must’ve left the oven on. Continue reading “sweet 16 (essays on copulation)”
it’s not rhetorical, i’m asking, when you look into my eyes is anyone home? Continue reading “april 27”
things that would hurt you if i tried to explain them and i’m done with that. hurting you.
(alternatively: things you’ll never understand about me even if you tried. this may breed resentment.)
There are only two things to do in this town: bone or spend your dad’s money. Sometimes the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
what counts is i am not a victor- i am losing
but i’m writing it all down, all the chasing, the confusion
all the bruises and the ruins
she can’t love me, okay- moving
on means going faster
(i avoided a disaster)
and i’ll stay up all night
writing lines to make it matter Continue reading “the verge”
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u up? (7)
A classic opener, devoid of taste. Lasts a minute or so. Purple socks. Continue reading “Cafe Amore”
eat 22 ritz crackers. think about calling mom but don’t- you know you’ll cry into the phone. this makes her scared and she is hours away by plane.
ten minutes earlier. that way i would’ve seen him before you did, and we could’ve avoided everything that happened after.
bottom of a ditch somewhere. or the back of a fridge, that sticky spot the rough side of the sponge can’t crack, yeah- that’d be so like me. Continue reading “who i could’ve been”