Part of being a good sad person is always painting the shadows in the right direction and knowing what sorrow to art with.
love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt
Now that the Israeli has left, it falls on me to make the salad.
I would always rather be happy than dignified. Rather held than held in awe.
I suffer visions and many indignities while looking for the Lobster
a folksome, gruesome opera of gauze and malcontent.
Empty vessels make the most sound, I think, as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
you quit wearing pants loaf around your yard in hole-nipped panties
my father holds his favorite drink
anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple
Every so often, they add a tattoo in honor of some long-forgotten love.
Winter sat like a wolf on the horizon.
I’msorry I‘ll see what happens iLife
The collective failure of ethical standards
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary until I smell like the bones until I am its echo…
It recommended soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
this is what I want you to to see: leaves falling because it is too late for them not to