I think I’ve lost the practiced falseness of what it means
to be impossibly young. The fingernail moon
hangs over the welt on my goosepimpled thigh. Where
does the world go when not inside me?

At Cici’s, I was a God.

your sister tried
to drown me

I LOVE FUNYUNS!

I’m bewildered. 

Those onion-flavored, 
puffed up rings always
the last offering of the 
vending machine.
They are waiting on
my gentle tearing.

PepsiCo is more

we forgive nothing
we forget nothing
we just ignore it
wasn’t that always
the problem?

So beautiful I say
About the moon on my app

I hadn’t notified Interview magazine abt it
I hadn’t tweeted abt it either
I wasn’t post alt lit
Or a genius

The Girl Who Loves to Clean

The girl had a messy childhood. It was littered with loud noises and tons of shouting. Sometimes these were happy sounds: the scream of excitement tumbling down the

The

Idol said

Taking risks is the most important

Thing an artist can do

waking up with
the desire to lay here
to look around the room
and notice things

What a relief. They brought the dregs up
from the lost and found, a little respite for us all.

i make prices 
i blend into aisles 
i am a bottle of stool softener 

half-empty gel pens used to spawn spiked poems

i am built for harsh weather and dazzling violence

When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.

My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage

If I have to die, I want to die for love

Mai Knicker

when congress bans our faves we will smuggle them through customs and call it praxis

The solar system running sloppy
down the sides of your vest.

The only noise I hear is the hum of electricity, subtle as the sound of the universe whispering.

Larry David sees me crying about AIDS

I just thirst for barbed wire
 

shadows cast like heaven’s
hands down over her eyes.

When I ran away at fourteen, I didn’t know
I was listening to an animal urge to find my own way, like all
teens