Brother Graphon
Jacob Potash
I grass-skied down the camp hill in my non-specialist shoes, drifted into the icy endzone with the kids,
These untamed wild horses galloping inside these Trojan hearts / Like that beach that one summer / This one summer, it is all we get
/ Slipping through our fingers like the sands of Ios where Homer lay in dust
Video after video, she became a fan in front of the camera, leaving her future self a playlist of nostalgia.
Could it really be true that Betsey actually let him put his fingers inside her? In both holes, as they reported? How could he do that to Betsey with the Guess jeans, glossy hair, and big boobs?
I loved you better as a vague notion. Better / as an uncountable thing. Better /
as an assembly of dog treats.
I grass-skied down the camp hill in my non-specialist shoes, drifted into the icy endzone with the kids,
Our social circles had overlapped for more than a decade. To everyone here, I was first an old acquaintance, a fixed figure of their long past. Not the person I was today.
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
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!