I don’t care about writing anymore this is stupid / I don’t care anymore about this shit / They were like umm but doesn’t this mean so much to you / I said no

While the lamb is roasting, I go to the bathroom and cut off some of my hair with the kitchen scissors.

The nurse added that she hoped she had thwarted another outbreak of STDs, unlike their nursing home competitor in town.

look at me and how I just / sit around and fucking pout

The description stated that it needed to be handled with gloves, which was a little frightening for something that was supposed to be ingested.

Spirals in the / Sky spray out eight billion cassette tapes / So anyone on any other planet might wit / Just how thin earthly love has withered.

Three months out of the year I get to file for unemployment. I swim, I paint, and I try not to fuck things up. I have a real tendency to fuck my life up.

I have developed an awareness / Of my need to perform this fervor  / And what I thought was fear / Turned out to be excitement.  

Fiction or nonfiction
Autofiction :)

Record-breaking heat today and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Writer you’d like to meet irl

I've met enough

These untamed wild horses galloping inside these Trojan hearts / Like that beach that one summer / This one summer, it is all we get  
/ Slipping through our fingers like the sands of Ios where Homer lay in dust 

I loved you better as a vague notion. Better / as an uncountable thing. Better /
as an assembly of dog treats.

There is a rooster tail of snow and ice behind it, and the roar of the engine enters my chest before he reaches me.

Why am I being so transactional?
Why am I being so weak?     
Why am I talking to strange men online?

I keep my teeth sharp / cus plush is still abundant // it’s a good reason to keep going, / biting the seam off jackets // biting the states off one by one

This was only a few months after I lost my husband, and much of that time is a blur. I still felt as if there was something between me and the world. In some lights it was a window, in others a mirror.

good afternoon, passengers. this is your captain speaking. first of all, i would like to welcome everyone to my midlife crisis.

Then, my ex decided that they had to move to New York to build community around doing shrooms, eating olives, and working for NYC Health

He imagines regaling his girlfriend, who is sound asleep across the house, underfucked and on her way out soon, out of his life, that is, a fact unacknowledged by either but appreciated by both, with the news that he’s caught a cockroach.