The night you changed the sheets
Elizabeth A.
When I got back to your room, my makeup gone, wet strands of hair sticking to my back,
When I got back to your room, my makeup gone, wet strands of hair sticking to my back,
And as I darkened, I needed nothing.
The terrains alien, the people / Extra terrestrial / Make sense do not.
My wife and I run around the tables in our moisture-wicking workout clothes for the entire 177-minute runtime of the masterful, twenty-nine-track album.
There areThree parts to any start. A Triptych. Trust me.
I want my gentlemen taken care of, kids nonexistent, my money on the table and it’s black on first spin.
When a lover doesn't know your name
I could swim inside a seafoam green field.
I could have cigarette breath again.
He lies there, crumpled and ragged—
a pile of unwashed laundry.
The world might
not be here tomorrow,
but she still draws
a perfect outline
around her
lips and eyes.
There were all these portraits of me hung on the walls and they would dance on the frames,
the shadow people that spiritually strapped my body to the mattress.
There are two breeds of love in the world / but I forget what they are.
standing around in my underwear
in the kitchen Christmas Eve
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub