When I turned to face you. I knew I had to face you.

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.

believing in nothing
listening to jazz
cooking purple sprouting
rituals evoking
somelike
the aspirations
of the expectations
of a certain

please alert The

Paris Review that this wrenching November

is truly the cruelest month of all.

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.

the drugs didn’t wear off,
the guy she wants to get in bed
                                doesn’t really care.

when she was 6 she’d never touch cigarettes,
                                but drugs made her slip

He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.

washing the wound
in beer and poetry

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,”

I call him “Morty” and he’s one of my most consistent companions.

Each morning when I wake, he whispers:  “Today, you die.”

Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.  

Yellow 1 & 2

I will no longer keep you; I will remember you yellow

you have a beautiful yellow
ache, a scarf made of heavy eyelashes.
I keep you tucked in my backpack among
other

Things to remember:

Ghost Deer, Ohio

Ray St. Ray

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

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

I don't like the shirt you're wearing.
That's no reason to call me stupid.

A sponsorship for every spree.

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