Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night; should have boiled old coffee before noon.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
If my life was the size of my arm, I would stretch it out for you.
People have always coped with flooding, and they learned to cope with death.
The storm passes without snow. The car waits loyally in the back lot.
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub at the Assisted Living Place
I myself should never have been born
I have observed, the theorist I am
four-thirty a.m.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Empty vessels make the most sound, I think, as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
You’ve spent a lifetime training for this.
You let the yellow glow from eye sockets. The building up the street is burning faster and faster.
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.
The sin is existing.
Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.
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.
Gravel-scatted hell & we were blessed to be able to hold on for even a heartbeat