They were goldfish, and not even the pretty kind: they weren’t even really yellow, more like the color of the roots of your teeth, more like the color of a pus-glazed mosquito bite.

CRYSTAL THINKING

Dream logic gets my sober companion drunk
Vomiting silver in the private beehive of our wagon
I went to the cemetery and played you a too-fast solo
Mud seeped in the ass of my

... at Stereo, you never had to ask “where’s the love,” because it was everywhere, in everyone, even the atmosphere...

The moon came out, riding on a motorbike, his head hatted, silver-blue, attached.

"Utterance of a Folding Fan" and "Op. 64 in C#"

“We found the calf box,” she tells your grandmother on the phone. “Not a scratch on it. Yeah, we found it in what used to be the living room.” 

We compiled our snacks and made for the playhouse basement.

The story has hit an obstacle or maybe a dead end. It’s not a dead end, exactly, but it is an overdrawn bank account.

"Peak Inertia" and "You don't know if you should laugh at my poems"

He had a Camel Blue, a glass of sweet white wine, just like last time. It’s about 20 degrees cooler than it was then. I think I am wearing the same outfit; shitty, baggy, innocuous jeans.

Fuck you.

As a pack, my Korean-Italian-American cousins and I were little foul-mouthed figurines made of compressed carbon and steam. On their own, they knew how to stand.

On my first job I worked for a woman named Jeanie who owned a soda fountain, thrift store, and tavern. I worked at the soda fountain fixing milk shakes and simple sandwiches for the few customers that

the sun sees Icarus & tries to shift...

I never kissed another man, but I danced for one once.

We learned how to live together more slowly than we learned how to live with the swallows.

“Baby Cakes.” I don’t think she has ever called me that.

There is nothing, Lois says, gayer than spelunking.

He wondered, "What if I never get out of the shower?" and just like that he never did.

When I get home, back to this one bedroom I’ve bled, cried, and danced in, I Google what it means if you see a dead bird. I’m not superstitious, but I’ve seen at least five on my walk this evening.

I had someone once. He spoke the Queen’s English, lived in a house built by timber hewn from his property. We were layman lovers, easily able to make cracks about the poverty of the crescent moon but

Your greatest fear in life: to wind up like your mother. And yet, here you are, 34 and suddenly bisexual.

Being able to walk in a straight line is not something Yoda had ever taught himself to appreciate. The sidewalks on Coruscant, on Alderaan, even on Kashyyyk, they took the user where they wanted to go...

I know in heaven they are unlimited and free...

 Where was my pimp? My boss? My daddy? I wanted a man from a Lana Del Rey song. 

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