poem

Cosmic Laugh Track

That vomitus vortex In the hollow ass-end of depression Begins to resemble forever All events – Like a scarecrow slow dancing With a mop Pain beyond...

B-Movie

Lynch is sitting on the redwood porch of my parents’ house, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the cops to show up. It’s been a long night—the kind of night littl...

Viral

in the future there are tickets to failure buy one see me forget my little brother's graduation watch your cat miscalculate cabinet height or vase breakabil...

Star Guide

The Insomniac's Guide to the Stars, its numberless blank spaces and the smear of gravity for those who don't like reading. A vast assortment of corners whe...

The Blackest Day

Sometimes, I can’t see it, what some call freedom. I can taste it, condensed milk, a can opener, my pinkie circles the rim of the mouth, Lady Fingers, plump, ...

Wishful Thinking

The eighth-grader who secretly reads feminist novels with explicit sex scenes and whose heart has been broken by the boy in classroom 8-B plucks leaves from the...

DRIVE HOME

Something gets into all the wild creatures this time of year. A worm gets in the brain, or maybe the heart, then they come to the highway to die, hit by a tru...

Love Poem

you call pimples spanning my back constellations of pain you squeeze them i squeal i call out of work so we watch a studio ghibli movie my neighbor...

Moving to New York

In London, birds drown among the sinking catacombs then listen to gabba when the cinemas shut down leaving Polaroids lost on the tube. In New York, tramp...