The two possums in love / are a projection I prefer / to the alternative / indifference / at the worm-heart of all things.

When we first met you were driving the wrong way down the interstate / Cops in tow / LED headlights blinding / Wagecucked chattel like me / I was just another piece of collateral damage / Bulldozed in your wake 

“I’m ready to try again.” Claire said.

I know I wouldn’t think this way if I’d made some effort to become a better person, but at this point, it’s too late. I’ve come to believe that when you choose a way of living, you need to commit to it like religion or it won’t stick.

Reward: $200. Reward: whatever you want. Reward: I will come get him in my pajamas, I will come get him from anywhere, I will come get him.

During the holiday of their second year, they were nineteen. He was celebrating finally being allowed to drive the old Land Rover his father once used. After dinner he drove her home.

Often have a fantasy of living My Year of Rest and Relaxation and need to remind myself this is not an aspirational book.

“What in the hell are you doing out here at this hour?” the security guard said. “Just taking a walk,” Price said. 

The air between his boys started going bad, no matter how long they tried to leave the windows open. They were getting tired of the motels and their poolside women. There were only so many sun-bleached bitches they could do before his boys wanted more.

She springs up, goes to her page, and sees hardly any fans left. The next session has started, but there is no one left in the waiting room. The ones who stay spit insults. She reads them, feels hurt, so she gets no pleasure from it.

You looked exactly like you do now except you were wearing glasses and you looked distracted.

Charm cripples our capacity for effective criticism, our will to demand change.

People in Utah spoke about modesty constantly

Literary agent

Never had one. I don't know any of their names.

Diabetic Ketoacidosis and Camus 

There is no flight from light, no  
solution to the absurd, when  
through the ghost we are revived— 
the shiny little sun-stars seeing out 
like a

I drew different flowers on my skin using my brother’s scout knife like a brush, stroking my body into a life-sized artwork of unbearable physical and emotional damage.

Joseph was my internship advisor at a public access TV station in Berkeley

This party is great, Maria, it’s really something special. You said this to our host as if she were our friend. Really, we’d known Maria for fifteen minutes and you already wanted to get into bed with her. You wanted a ménage à trois. This sounded stupid and French, but I wanted to get in bed with her too. Though my version of events wouldn’t involve you.

I felt pitiful writing.

            On the rare occasion that I left the house – to buy Heinz ravioli and oranges for myself

What distances between / Intent and flesh, a life / Beyond each brazen vow: / If only swords could be drawn / Against every problem

“Quality takes money,” she said.

Dancing had always been my weapon. I don’t let myself think.

It feels weird knowing that my parents stalk my art website as a way of seeing what I’m up to. It’s one thing to be naked in front of strangers… but to be naked in front of my parents…

The sun is citrus— / orange ruptured guts / emblazoning / a golden Buddha / reclining among macaques 

The Kratom store felt like a doctor's office. A guy in a white shirt and jeans next to a slumped woman attended to us.