I remember
the first time

I saw a foreign
cherry. I blushed

a little armpit.
I saw how a cherry,

in it's candied boredom,
could stain.

The other not truth.
Thus

Once, all foxes were silver.

In elementary school, when kids talked about being “Christian,” I thought they were talking about race. 

Nest #1

Of fine black roots
and the space between two classes
of water chutes.

Of crevices
in the folds of the native maize
sowed for kisses.

Of a blue haze
to guide

Selected comics from "Groceries": Lovecraft, Freud, & Gilgamesh

I had the milk from a dandelion all over my hands once in the sun and in the cracks of my palms and it was getting on my lunch, I kept thinking.

Once my mother painted my fingernails

feeling in pain
both emotional and physical
I head into the light.

In the park
wholesome children play
their healthiness
throwing
last night's
relative sordidness
into sharp

There was something so sublimely satisfying about reading Laird Hunt’s Neverhome this year that I’ve read it, here and there, probably twice, maybe three times more since. The novel introduces us

1.   It was always ice. Ice: a word like a shard of glass shived in his ribs. The dark plain he was bound to travel. His paramour, his nightmare, his lost thumb. His vice.

I have a tendency to get bored easily, both in relationships and in life. One of the things that made me feel confident about marrying Scott is that there is quite possibly no one weirder than him.

Because we'd lost our sense of value, the day came when the animals voted us out of our cities and towns and homesteads.

The barista is so pretty
my girlfriend would be
disappointed if I didn't
cheat with her.

You are a diagnostician, alert for symptoms: ridged fingernails, yellow eye-whites, swollen knuckles, broken capillaries. 

Modern Conveniences 2012 - 2014

There were moments when I forgot about the dog
Whining and shivering, like a toddler in its playpen
Her instinctual nature, A visceral outward cry

I

Our town’s ordinance—passed in 1862—named the first-born son of each family Zebulon.

1.
In human beings, the wink is known to convey one of four emotions:
           Sexual invitation
           False sexual invitation,
           Nonsexual expression of friendliness

My ex, Mark, calls me at two in the morning to tell me he’s figured out what’s causing his problems.

When I think of mumblecore, I think of Dick Tracy and pornography, low budget films, naturalistic performances, Andrew Bujalski, and pimples. We never set out to make any particular type or genre of film. We just wanted to make our film.

This is the first magic realist mumblecore psychological love story thriller shot over eight years of Claymation. 

POEM ABOUT MY VIBE

my look tonight is Asking For It
a tight vibe is U Can't Have This
I only wanna be in VIP lines & get compliments
god grant me the grace to maintain my

Edith stood close by in case they needed her, but stared out the doorway at the pickup truck. 

Two teenagers finish the last apple in the house and then wait for something to say.

"I'm thirsty now," one says.

The other unseals a new milk carton from the fridge.

They both

When one didn’t work, turned to another one. Turned to one who could be spun.

Turned and spun.

That the language of business.

What other language would he—would any of

A little nervous after my 70,000th cup of coffee this lifetime
I was wary of forty-three year olds
(statistically, murderers are on average 7.5 years older than their victims)

though

it was a sort of boring day so me, kate, and david were just drinking and watching daytime television at my mom's house

It was probably 3:3o in the morning and I was wide-awake because of the acid. I was anxious to do something but nothing in particular. I was jittery, lively.