"What am I supposed to do?"

And christ it's gonna be hot inside the tiny bar where SUMAC is playing tonight. I should've stayed home. Like I always do. An old man on his couch.

i know it’s not something you really need to hear—i’m just one of many fans—but can I just take the opportunity on this comments section to say, i really love how you brush your hair

We fell asleep in our tent listening to coyote songs.

air wants
to hold
flame down

I don’t feel like I’m very good at writing a serious story with super realistic violence and human emotion. I feel like it has to be filtered through some kind of absurd or weird lens. 

Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted

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unadorned

Lick me with your warm
honey tongue. Give me your port-wine
stain birthmark.

You are your pale
moonlit clavicles,
clanking against mine.
 

Pencil erasers for nipples.

You

The kettle boiled; I made the tea,

And when I turned around,

I saw she’d set the cups and placed

A third one for the skull.

Zero to one-hundred.

please believe me
            when i tell you this
            when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium 

DROUGHT

Flat water became rare in the house.
We loosened our jaws and drank
sparkling water from cans. For years
now, it seems the rain has gone off
to buy some cheese and bread. There
was

"Late Spring" and "Inconceivable"

Lucy seemed to love being shocking.

I was small and fragile like the antique vases in her parent’s living room, the ones we could lookbutdon’ttouch.

"A Haunting" and "Shape Shift"

Mom and Drew ate tuna melt sandwiches on their porch while a light rain fell from the sky. She pointed to the sun emerging from the clouds and smiled.

We should talk about last night.

"Eve Learns to Dominate," "Farmers' Market," "Small-Town Fuck Geometry," and "Religious Art"

Two writers in conversation.

Ours was a world that devised its own sense.

"A List of Men I Have Dated" and "Dear Diary"

on a plastic chair...

He was at the sink washing dishes ... 

The tree frog plays his violin.