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 ...