It's work that I want to do, and then sometimes it's just fun, and then sometimes it's a pain in the ass.

I’ll obsess over Hozier all summer.

I live my life by white lies.
And poetry is white lies.
Second language is white lies too.
As well as the first.
But language is the only way 
to hide love.
White, black, transparent,
or

I told you to stay right there and not move

LONG DISTANCE CUNNILINGUS 

hi near stranger 
I want to impale 
myself on you

you little wolf-cry
your nostrils flare your eyes flare
you ask me 
am I pretty
with your pretty mouth

your

If I had to choose one moment that convinced me of my own insignificance, it would be that time I saw the world spin.

I know god is real because persimmons exist.

Summers to Harridge, April 20, 1950: I am writing to inform you of the changes in the Washington ball park. It is rather difficult to explain but I will try to give you a picture.

Maybe you

It’s good, I think, that we forget.

It was a slow curve—a big bender,
spinning against the trajectory
of the ball. It hung

The victim was the leadoff hitter for the Matsushima Baseball Ocean Temple Gods in the bottom of the first.

Because fifteen feet and a quarter-sized hunk of aluminum is nothing against the smell of oiled leather...

I saw Candy the next time I went out. And the time after that. And the time after that.

I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...

My friends lived for bottle rockets and Boy Scout merit badges; I, however, lived for called third strikes.

That’s what your parents say when they come in with their Santa suits. But it’s not Saturday. It’s Tuesday. It’s time to go to school.

Canvas after canvas I see my life in scenes the artist cannot know.

I fear being buried alive, but I insist on being buried when I'm dead.