I was on my way to guitar lessons, then Pure Math tutoring.

I didn’t say anything about your job or your Mark Twain or anything. There’s nothing wrong with working in a factory, there’s nothing wrong with bowling, there’s nothing wrong with having a Star Wars room…

You can see the universe in anyone's eyes

When you get out of Bellvue, they just discharge you and won’t even tell you where you are,

I pushed open the door and he was the only guy inside, about to unzip at the far urinal.

Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.

I was pleased beyond all measure at finally reading what I had been avoiding reading.

“Once in a while, somebody is interested in what I might have to say. This somebody says, ‘I want to hear you out. I want to hear you out until there’s nothing left. I want you to tell me everything

But the merch guy was always your ticket in.

He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.

i am the machine that desires
and only in such desire
can i exist

It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.

Time makes pills of us all

“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.

“I’m a Halloweenie.”

“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.

Left to its own devices, the body is remarkably adept at disappearing. Left to others’ devices, its
veins are flushed and filled, lips are sewn shut, eyelids are propped.

trying to recall

the newness of our sexual joy

I had come out just a year or two prior, and anal sex was new. Nobody taught me anything.

Oh. No. I prefer fat men and fingernail clippers.

i grew tired of bukowski's penis / even deer looked plastic 

Us—playing God, getting got.

I taste cigarette in her mouth.

But even that line is taken from a movie
because I don’t have the audacity
to reach inside and find something new

When we met, I was dazzled by how easily she surrendered to her desire. She’d wake up late and order breakfast from the store down the street, roll in late to work and not think twice.

I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.

'Let's all go down to the river' I said...

Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.