Empty vessels make the most sound, I think, as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Lights on the dashboard spell out “You still can’t kiss me”
The collective failure of ethical standards
how does an afternoon turn on its axis?
We stop doing dishes while a mile unwinds from the tree outside.
If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
I am still waiting for the lion
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
four-thirty a.m.
I buy too much, for someone of my stature. could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin. its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.
you know that baby swallows make silver ripples in wild rivers to court reeds?
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.
People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.
Live the rest of your life from one worst case to another.
I imagine that undressing a color, though, would be so much like peeling a memory away from the grey and the white matter of your brain.
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight, and there are already way too many fragments in this house
Part of being a good sad person is always painting the shadows in the right direction and knowing what sorrow to art with.