coyotes marauding in
waves of slaughter & i’m
jealous of the way

There she was, deep in a Lexapro/cocaine induced blackout.

The truth is i wanted to owe. 

but i couldn't say that, that kind of available, that i wanted a knife at my throat demanding all my money, in the bag now;

I sit in my flat and stare at my phone and try to weigh up the risks of calling, weigh up my own exhaustion with life

   A woman's shriek broke from the dining area, something in English trailing off into Italian.
            Keekah laughed heartily, "the mafia wife is calling."

I was informed that it was going to be some kind of horror and pornography mash-up. Lisa promised a murder.

I held out my fist, “Midwest love.”

She touched her knuckles to mine.

In Materialist MEDICINE in Literature with G you’re talking about the construction of the actual institution of SICKNESS. Like, if you have to take PILLS every day are you really CURED?

I intimidate men

With my intensity

Please don’t be scared of me

I most certainly am not acting out, I inform Mom via ESP, as she silently bids me to exercise her extolled virtue of impulse control. Across from us at the dinner table looms a leering lech

Like everyone born after 1991, I hate my job.

remember when i ruined dinner by taking a bone saw to my sternum?

At first, Grandpa thought a hawk had dropped a rabbit on Dad's head.

i turned out alright

Can I sue ABC and Universal Televison for making the Hulk’s transformation overly sexual? I ask a lawyer on Main Street, but he requests that I leave, he has to get a lice treatment.

The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against

“What’s so horrible about being able to take all the emotions you don’t want to feel and just vomit them out of you, and then you’re clean, you’re done with them, you’re numbed out and high?”

“What’s so horrible about being able to get high on your own emptiness, on your strength and your willpower, on your superiority, on how you’re able to get by on so little, you may as well be made of air?”

Passenger princess, king behind the wheel

Feels like the hour before closing at Chuck-E-Cheese.

the shape of earth

if I could talk to your friends they would dox my hinge prompts. I dream that I'm you and give birth to myself.

The cowboy hat envisioned itself a stampede of one, a solo herd, a runaway bandit.

Tell me the child remembers her mother.

The smile on her face huge and probably she knew then that she would marry him.

Love. That’s all I want. That’s all we want. These people. These dogs.

“I can’t handle Taurus moons,” she said one winter afternoon, the two of us bundled with blankets and hats.“It’s definitely the placement of it in her 9th house that’s made her so stubborn and impenetrable.