Daddy Knapsack
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And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
People keep saying that they can’t say anything but everyone is saying everything all the time.
Finally, Mr. Mackey, the chair of the school’s English Department, delivered a rambling panegyric about the school’s depth of talented writers. I left my seat in the bleachers to fetch a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine.
A life spent on your tiptoes, trying to fish the moon from the sky is, in fact, very good.
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.
He struggles to come up with actions that give him a sense of joy or purpose when she is not around.
Abigail’s face blotched with hot blood. I made my way to the back of the room, ordered a whiskey at the open bar, repainted my lips cherry red.
Yesterday, The Coffee Cart Guy on 38th and 6th had sex with Rachel on the floor of his metal breakfast cart.
When taking drugs of this caliber – drugs that show you death’s light – there is always some part of you that wants to die.
Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive,
Jimmy’s thing was his violent ability in soccer. Bismarthalou’s was in his preposterous name and the mystifying way in which he spoke of his potentially fictitious motherland.
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