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.
But there’s no cup, no / kitchen. Just one mouldy / statue, dreaming of television.
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
the day i was born i was yellow and poisoned and anxious.
and they put me under a sunlamp and burned it out of me.
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
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
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