it’s 3 am and i’m standing half
naked in front of my fridge. it’s still 84 degrees
but i don’t really mind it anymore,
it makes this all just a little bit ...
writing this poem will not make you a good person
publishing this poem will not make you a good person
working hard will not make you a good person
paying ta...
which my ang mo friends here in Singapore seem to think is poison. They are paleo, gnawing on jerky and preferring their food to predate the invention of penici...
I’ve never felt comfortable walking through cemeteries.
Tombstones of our digital journeys served to me
as innocent suggestions.
A cartoon horse being lead t...
How hard the hearts close
on lip tips and soft drip
love like clenched teeth
as voluptuous lonely
samely knows television and
only kissing inanimance.
Fuc...
Breakfast
Dk what I’m gonna do about the breakfast game through all this
Bc I hate buying almond milk
Peanut Butter
Peanut Butter’s good
It’s really good...
The morning he broke up with me, he shit
his pants. We got a donut shaped as a poop-emoji
to commemorate the occasion, singing Miley
Cyrus’ The Climb o...
I stand in my bathrobe on the front porch with my coffee.
I take out my flask and return it to my pocket
as if I were a kid again and everything bad had to ...
In the gloaming, chilled pinecones are collected from the mauve gardens. The tallest trees reach for the first stars, the almost silver mirrored in dew. A ginge...
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there is a violence in this quiet give us witnesses to the dry sections goddamn, you hold that cig like a champ goddamn, you are not speaking in the car th...
My therapist says she can tell when I’ve not eaten
because I look pale,
pale honeycombs
and peaches with bruises,
delicate purple patches
thin skin stretch...
In Spanish, the word mama translates to “nurse”
or to “fuck with” if you place emphasis on the first syllable—
a single word to mean and be the mean of th...
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 ...
Schools have unleashed their burden of bustle
roughly onto blanched sidewalks with orange flames
tickling their palms and heels, bubbling
the cusp of each ap...
piano string bones
strung joints
unsmoken cigarettes
marionette motherings
this is flora, fauna
us in the quiet
hoarding breath
mourning fingers
carving...
the amoebas are terrified
and all that energy
bound up
in all that reverence
I refuse to abandon
the words
there are more stars
in the Milky Way
than
...
There are no butterflies
disguised
within your plastic
coffee cocoons.
I, too, am a victim of addiction—
I find your needle so convenient.
Your single b...
Travel+Leisure has said that avocado on toast comes from Australia.
I call bullshit.
It comes from a girl I knew during the summer of 2002
Who
On summer e...
I have a hard time with milky tennis shoes
and photographs of champagne. The void insisting
it is not a void. Especially when I’ve tasted
plaque and evict...
Girls in pink dresses are crawling around in the grass
Their hair is striped blonde, zebra-like
I eat a fistful of cashews and watch from a distance
Th...
After forkfuls of Lasagna Fritta, Breana and I are punch
drunk on garlic and raspberry lemonade. I turn
sixteen tomorrow, and we are here because we live
...
Just like I lick my wounds I have been licking
my pink Himalayan salt lamp praying for ions
to heal me I know I shouldn’t swallow
the industrial grease wi...