It recommended soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
you quit wearing pants loaf around your yard in hole-nipped panties
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers, my back a misguided quote
The sin is existing.
anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple
Ma wrings a wet world of colors
Winter sat like a wolf on the horizon.
The collective failure of ethical standards
Gravel-scatted hell & we were blessed to be able to hold on for even a heartbeat
There is so little left of the tomato plants.
You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.
Live the rest of your life from one worst case to another.
He has stories that I am not in anymore. It’s healed this way.
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night; should have boiled old coffee before noon.
I am not a guide for every traveler of loss.
the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.