You have so much to do today that you scalded your tongue on your morning coffee because there simply was no time to wait for it to cool.Read More
Filtering by Category: Here is a chair
They used to tell me the bogeyman lived here,
In the room with dirt walls at the back of the cellar,
Once a refrigerator for everything but the honeycombs
That didn’t need one.
I have calloused fingers:
From prying open Venus on a bad night
From wiping the white off hot coffeepots
I was looking for her, and saw her through the crowd through a window, standing outside on the porch. I saw her breath in the air, with smoke from the joint she somehow kept lit in the wind.Read More
Hair slicked back
mauve black—shark fins gelled cool
with severed comb lines.
Outside, distant sirens and screeching tires darted down the road. The loud demand filled the silence for a few moments, and its whirring refrain lingered in their ears for some time.Read More
First, thinking about life.
I once tried to figure out the equation to socialization
and if you can’t tell from this explanation