As I’ve mentioned before, every year my company has a grand meetup and we are all required to give a 4 minute-long flash talk on a topic of our choosing. In the past, I’ve spoken on rabbits and the underrated art of lying. This year, I read a poem: Watching this now makes me realize […]
I drove past the old apartment the other day. I looked up at the window, and half expected to see you, looking down — But of course, you were long gone from that old place, and furthermore, were in the passenger seat right next to me.
My skin is white as porcelain Between the cold sores on my chin. My hair grows thick and lustrous red, Most everywhere but on my head.
Let us go now, you and I…there’s no one fuckable at this party.