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

This has to stop— / you're a year dead. I shatter the mirror // with a glare, pace the hall carpet, / but others arrive by dawn, agitated // by thuribles, syllables scattered from / pulpits, daughters buttoned into pastel.

 fuck me here on this scabrous mountain while we all watch each other among sacred olives fuck away desire.

Watching the blood drain was the moment she knew/ that she didn’t have it figured out."

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.

This is a 16-bit top-down adventure game, which, like many adventure games, is focused on a "hero." 

“God, dating Drake would be like dating a submissive,” my daughter said.

Construction drills
grind, teeth against the pavement.

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You always complained of migraines. Now, I’m trying to decided if I’m sorry for not having sympathy for you.

Nicki Minaj just said, “all my independent women make some noise.”
I didn’t know if she meant me.

I spend the afternoon planting zinnias in my navel. 

Sunday morning meant the smell of pot roast filtering through wooden floor boards.

Caitlyn, let me take that hair / in my own hands and curl it down your back.

"The damage isn't that bad, not yet." 

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"My record does not contain the helicopter dream I’ve been having for ten years/where I’m an actor paid by the government to fake a zombie epidemic."