Gary Coleman walks into a bar and says something sassy, but the bartender’s a bear, so instead of replying he stands on a big rubber ball and juggles. There’s a song maybe too, in the foreground perhaps, something an organist might feel inclined to play.

Because my father dips himself / into the vagina of a Swedish woman // and is never found again, / my mother's heart dies.

By the time I hang up, the goats turn into Roger Clemens and Pedro Martinez. We smoke my last cigarettes, the three of us. 

Faith is a party you weren’t invited to, and God is a man
in a sheet with poked eyes to see;
you want to believe.

When we found the dead whale, we couldn’t recover the eye of it, and because I hadn’t lost my mother, I managed to survive. 

Jeff is driving me nuts. he's a fucking showboating liar. Walking around here like he owns the place. He only owns us.

She says the moon is just an overflowing ashtray with butts buried in the dark side.

I keep coming back to the church.  

Beef with Chiptole, DMB at the Garden, working at the mall, and many more topics. 

I tell you I wish my dad would come out as trans like Caitlyn Jenner &/or late-in-life gay like my ex-boyfriend’s father.

On your way home from work,
you stop at a liquor store for smokes.

legs apart, wrists willing: I am teaching myself to love sasha grey

for Rachel Corso

Have you tried all our salsa flavors before?
This is mild (not medium), this is... more

My new friend interrupted me to say, “You seem like you live like a real artist.”
My new friend had already been twice published by The New Yorker.
I thought maybe she had confused me with herself.

Let the okra go to waste, steal oranges from the
corner store. I'll tell you that... more

Karl Barth

let's forget the time we fought

and just say

that i have a specific kind of fear

it... more

i'm fucking useless and there's nothing going for me
*parents call*
everything's amazing, i'm the best i've ever... more

Painting of a Vietnamese restaurant lunch menu.

Painting of a woman being pulled out of a... more

The summer you learned who was dealing what. You were applying to programs, your pointillism, neat in ink, when a wind disappeared your drawing.

the sky is gray and you will not stop talking
about balance
this focus has become your baby
for at least the past three... more

All I wanted was the haze of a worn gown / of sleep after the scrape of that / honey-sipped night.

All summer the future had been coming for us like a thunderstorm at which turkeys look up and drown in the rain.

I hadn’t had any alcohol to drink in forty-two days.
I had told myself I wouldn’t drink for thirty but once you stop doing something it’s hard to start doing it again.

I agree to an extended death

I am yelling out the windows

of this speeding automobile