life got stuck under the wheels and desire’s language smacked into cliché, death came as Chet Baker crooning love, almost blue
I had a dream where
I found a way to look at your
Instagram through one of those hilarious
Nebulas
Dreams
Afford, wrapped tightly with a regal
the movement of our bodies had rubbed the edges of my right knee completely raw.
I want you to see this as romantic
A unneutered preteen breeze / loiters around the trees / this morning.
I am no longer interested in the world and know that it is not interested in me.
We started off as strangers,
you and I.
And I’ll always wonder -
if there had been others
would I have picked you?
Your brothers were already gone
by the time I got there
so I paid for
Me sitting down before a cheesecake factory menu
and seeing only letters.
Me fucking without even a hair as much the enjoyment
I get from a waffle--
In my earliest memories, I am building tall towers out of indigo blue picture books
Because cigarettes are one thing,
but my baby won’t have me smelling of shame.
I did not raise my glass in toast to the passing of Gene Hackman.
The glass always refilling / and fracturing his life
I have been waiting to become a better writer so that I can understand them.
The first shall be last and the last shall be first, Frank said / that’s from episode 42 /
of the telly series Kung Fu, / ‘This Valley Has Terror’
Sex is the opposite of being a novelist, and I would rather live between them.
"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
