The Club pursues a shaky business proposition, and Jax must decide where his allegiances... more

Some of space is made of diamond. / Some, of booze.

The night I saw you on TV, I thought of the toads.

The ones we carried onto the roof of your house with a slingshot that afternoon when no one was home.

Some songs sound best under the sun. Some are night-blooming. These you hear clear in dark-dark; maybe there are stars.

“I Go To... more

Field Notes in Haiku

I hear a giant
lives in a stardew valley
I follow the signs:

a knot... more

The day we met, you told me Los Angeles was home but that you were born in Houston. It was the insurance company’s orientation day for new employees, and you were standing alone at the far table, looking around with hesitation, like a child on the first day of school.

“Bit ‘im in the jugular,” the truck driver tells me about the bear ten feet away, describing the day the bear went crazy.

She’s still searching for hers but isn’t jealous. She’s happy I finally found my med. I take it in the morning with my cereal, and... more

I was a loser and I was a fifth grader and I was hoping, never prayin’, to watch somebody open a can of whoop ass on The Stevens... more

The morning of our second date I drew a card – now I can’t remember which one...

In this plastic bayou we’re not customers,
we’re guests. POPEYES GUEST 138,
YOUR ORDER IS READY. Guests, yes,
but also numbers—we’re not in Panera

you know me like an artifact

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[meimei’s a meatness sis slug of blood boat the body tiger the teeth selfie tongue selfie chintilt selfie lilt her lily pucker... more

chew on that witya brainteeth!

It's work that I want to do, and then sometimes it's just fun, and then sometimes it's a pain in the ass.

mother moon stop calling me

The officer put me on the street behind my truck. I felt the control. It didn’t feel good. 

Dogwood 

I knew the blossoms. I caught 
them all. My mother
won’t let me forget this.  
But really,... more

 between what is love and what is fixation of 

I’ll obsess over Hozier all summer.

I live my life by white lies.
And poetry is white lies.
Second language is white lies too.
As well as the first.
But language is the... more

I engrave myself into the floor