I have hidden
the last fraction
of chocolate cake
on a dish,
far back in the fridge,
tented with foil,
behind the
yellow mustard
standing beside
the ...
I have been playing music more than ever
since leaving school, clean notes softening
bladed intervals of silence. My mother thinks
I’m doing well, but she ...
O—to be as hated as the mall,
as invasive species. Stunned,
I call 911. Or as loved. A grief
vacation. That’s not a thing.
A brassy sleep. Or as cov...
Oh Robert Smith, how you professed
your denial of being Goth,
and I know being labeled
the indirect godfather of emo
is something you may not agree with...
They actually went all the way there, there is
a bottle of juice at Whole Foods that costs ten dollars
I didn’t buy it (I would never)
and every per...
It’s when we are near—
in the same room or
closer still, say, sitting
side by side—that I miss you
most. When we’re truly
apart, it’s okay, expected,
to ...