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There is a place in Spain she tells me
a city built on top of itself and over again
like a Borges story
She tells me in excited confidence, like it's w...
Mountain Dew poured over
beautiful, crackling ice. Outside:
fog fog fog. Rain, sleet for days.
The valley is saturated, can take no more,
and I forget wha...
Entertaining so you don’t cry.
did you know every winter all the trees fall and grizzlies put them back up
it’s true
Grumpy and crunchy
Through the snow...
When I look at you I think revolutionary thoughts
like that people go home to their houses and are happy
eating dinner with the family they've always want...
The One Where I Miss the School Bus Because I Was Queuing for Food in a Poorly Run Convenient Store
The One Where I Miss the School Bus Because I Was Queuein...
My mother had dreams of the tango in Barcelona.
The closest she got was throwing up behind a Taco Bell,
gripping a bottle of vodka by the neck.
Bulls are c...
a truck bed raised eighteen inches. a mini-Tahoma summit to the passenger seat. swallow my salted goodbyes. flashes of a blue merle’s howl echo out of the drive...
There is something delicious about witnessing
flirtation. A hand extended beyond one bubble onto another,
the brush of an arm. Laughter loud, too loud for any...
I’m scared to eat anyone’s eyes because I’m worried I’ll see their dreams & the sickness each of them carry, or that they will constantly be looking at my i...
The dead girl won’t stop talking. She’s hanging in your room, scrolling through your phone, speaking in hidden hashtags. 1#Deb. 2#Mia. 3#Ana. 4#Sue.
She isn’...
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck
i type this over and over until it has no meaning
your sad flat death tears me open as i look at my iPhone 6
dr...
I became Clementine on a good day. Wearing a heavy jacket, I ran away to take a walk on the wintered beach. I stepped towards the pier, the cold wind moved me a...
You are unknown to me, some unprecedented thing
of beauty or agony, I'll never know. (I found out).
We discover the entropy of each other’s veins
before we...
Like corn-syrup crimson-colored ice cubes
stuck to the wrapper, I sit as the spring turns to summer.
It’s funny how the moment spring is gone
the specter o...
There's a hole under the wire fence where the cats run. I think it bothers my sense of order.
Things that should be neat and tidy but instead see fit to tormen...
I get distracted.
I set my brain to tasks like,
“Earn some money, call a friend, make a sandwich.”
Before I’ve fused the bread my mind is gone on self-made s...
For Cosmopolitans,
Candy-glossed kisses
And chlorophyll filled lungs.
I stayed
For miracles on 31st street,
Drives down Miami,
And mostly for the bouqu...
I wear a sundress to the office. No one’s there,
just me and my unshaven upper thighs.
Sensual central air inspires me to
shimmy off my sweaty thong and
tos...
1. Yoga
It looks like there are penises on my yoga mat. Thousands and thousands of kissing penises. This, I think, is unacceptable. Making a yoga mat does no...
1.
In seventh grade
they showed us a movie,
black and white with no words.
A poor old lady in Paris
cherishes a bean plant
that she keeps on a windowsill ...
The landlady named the dog Seven for
a reason unknown to us. It was a beautiful name
still. Sometimes that’s how it works.
The pet lay dreaming always by the...
January Jones’ mother named January Jones after January Wayne from Once Is Not Enough, a 1973 novel by Jacqueline Susann. Jacqueline Susann. Not to be confused ...
remember when everyone was watching heroes on divx / or megavideo / or whatever / u have an ibook // plz don’t google ibook // there’s a general sense of optim...
In my dreams, I’m dancing
with a dinosaur whose arms
are never long enough to
fully enclose me, whose skin
scratches my naked arms like a sequined-nightmar...
Our Tanged intestines sparkle. We survived,
guts Gonzo Graped and Purplesaurus Rexed.
No one had heard of Yellow Number 5.
Our mothers always tried to do th...
Children corkscrewing into an oblivion, launched from
A jumping castle at a birthday party during a dust bowl.
My shadow still on the tangerine hills,
Crack...
We drove from East 91st Street and 2nd Avenue
All the way to your place in the middle of Brooklyn
The night gay marriage was legalized.
The Manhattan skyli...