But by then I was dry heaving on some dark back road.
When a lover doesn't know your name
I could swim inside a seafoam green field.
I could have cigarette breath again.
Our teacher is running late, the distractingly beautiful former beauty editor emailed our group. This confirmed my suspicion that she and my teacher had a separate text thread going. She was, after
He lies there, crumpled and ragged—
a pile of unwashed laundry.
A Review of Alexandra Naughton’s Sick of Being Inside Myself
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
