Three Poems
Cletus Crow
i don't own a time machine / so here i am gargling syrup / at waffle house at 2:13 a.m.
In winter, a year and a half ago, a patrol car escorted me to a shelter. I had just begun processing the dissolution of a ten-year relationship when I found myself unhoused. After my first night in the shelter, I woke to a text from my ex-girlfriend: you’ll thank me one day.
I was excited at the idea of killing a man, because I thought I really deserved it.
“Björk.”
“That explains it.”
I’m sorry my body keeps becoming a metaphor. / I’m sorry I kissed every sign looking for the thing it signified. / I’m sorry I wanted proof.
i don't own a time machine / so here i am gargling syrup / at waffle house at 2:13 a.m.
I hadn’t written a line of prose in years. I was a corporate machine running on fumes, yet this girl in a G-string was playing the oracle.
Loving Someone with Borderline Personality Disorder instructs you to maintain boundaries
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub