Drug Plane
I was fifteen, then sixteen, then twenty. My high-school friend was my now college roommate. His stepfather was less mysterious but more compelling. He was having trouble with his
We are like dogs in a dog park, smelling each other, breathing together
We're asked to think about examples of unconscious bias and I think about the guy who goes to
Heaven but it's Chinese.
Last spring was the last spring.
Neither a drop of white wine into the danube canal, nor a gunshot through the roof of my mouth, but something in between
I am more deserving of your love than he is. My heart beats twice the size of others.
I put away my matchsticks / and hammer. You remain, standing / the same as you were.
when I laugh, you perk up
like a misted lily
there’s always something new to say
behold a God's eye in storm where tapping rings / finish me.
Lies are told beneath silvery moons
And far beyond sad boys and girls falling in love.
Before the internet had all the answers,
before Siri, before Alexa,
before TikTok teens with ring lights
explained the universe in under thirty seconds—
I had my dad.
Dad was my Wikipedia.
Dad
Look longingly
out the window. Wait for myself to come home.
Please dont forget to play. Can you remember
the last time you danced?
I think the interview went pretty well, although at one point I remember asking the interviewer to speak slower this time, using simpler words, words with no syllables if possible.
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
The door is broken, the home is not
as we begin to compare our splinters
before our squinting eyes.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz
