August 21, 2019 | Poetry
We ate dinner with our heads down masticated silence Mom slathered hot sauce on everything including Dad’s words and the ones he... more
"Honestly, I don't care if language overtakes story."
after Britney Spears
The camera pans—is this... more
This was the summer after seventh grade, and all my thoughts were sinful, according to the church. The year before I had confessed all my crimes and a man in hip waders held me under water until all the evil in me had fled the power of Christ’s approach, but now, in the early stages of my adolescence, I was obsessed with the opposite sex.