Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night; should have boiled old coffee before noon.
I have observed, the theorist I am
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer taps at the dirt beyond the brush on the far side of the tree line.
Even from this distance I could go out the door it would bang shut and crumble
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
The sin is existing.
and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud
He has stories that I am not in anymore. It’s healed this way.
The collective failure of ethical standards
Her brown eyes, how a fig considers itself.
It recommended soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
four-thirty a.m.
Winter sat like a wolf on the horizon.
Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering, a still shot in monochrome
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack Once a zipper Unzipped
anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple
You’ve spent a lifetime training for this.