Artificial Ecstasy
Mila Jaroniec
I found out I was pregnant in the bathroom of a wine bar.
If this were paint it’d be asymptotic, red.
A girl on my train is watching Kylie Jenner’s snapchat. I lean in and watch over her shoulder. I can't hear, but it doesn't really matter.
I found out I was pregnant in the bathroom of a wine bar.
Too many toasties cut in quarters for Subway. Too many indemnity claims at Allstate.
It’s clear that most of these students hate Sal, Dean, and Kerouac.
If you’re wanting to write a poem that will appeal to the largest possible amount of people, you really can’t go wrong writing a poem about water.
There is an eerie glow to the hollowness of bark that has been stripped of its leaves and fruit
I try to turn everything into a metaphor so I don’t have to face it straight on.
When was the last time she ran? At all? As a real kid in bare feet in grass at her grandparents’ house.
At least I was alone, I tell myself. There’s no one to miss the worlds I destroy but me.
He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.
She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I ask her who it was on the phone she says, “My mother,”
Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.
Not every cry is a cry for help.
There is not one song
in my YouTube
favorites
sad enough
to endure this night
wearing my khaki
work pants
with a small kitty
crawling on my lap
The internet is
I don't like the shirt you're wearing.
That's no reason to call me stupid.
the cat and i are watching HBO pretending time passes much faster than it does like how this guy has been in prison for 52 days but it's only been 11 minutes
i can't look at people on tv
You know you’re in the shit when you’re looking to fortune cookies for encouragement
For three days, I drive the city in search of PetCo. Day one, I tell myself that PetCo will be easy
to find. I don't find PetCo. Day two, I use the GPS, but despite reading the
Sign up for Match.com. You’ve heard it works. You’ve heard for one out of every three marriages, the couple meets online.