Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
There is so little left of the tomato plants.
love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt
My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”
I don’t know why I’m in the garden kneeling on dirt
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then. Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
You’ve spent a lifetime training for this.
I would always rather be happy than dignified. Rather held than held in awe.
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.
Empty vessels make the most sound, I think, as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
how does an afternoon turn on its axis?
It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows? Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.
anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple
We stop doing dishes while a mile unwinds from the tree outside.
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Lights on the dashboard spell out “You still can’t kiss me”
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night; should have boiled old coffee before noon.