I’d learned from Rock of Love that a diabetic’s rollercoaster blood sugar is a constant interruptor at best.
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The top of Yoda’s house looked like it had been splattered with molded yogurt. There was an allure to it. Like, had he intended to paint it this odd assortment of colors, he would be proud of it.
last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight
In her dance, Chang’e waves her sleeves to disperse the surrounding mist.
Your boyfriend was the first...
He couldn’t yet do the thing he’d learned to, of establishing some authority by playfully, sweetly infantilizing her. By appealing to the equalizing, mutual infantilization of early love baby talk.
In the middle of the night in the second week after Dad’s passing, my phone lights up and it’s twin, it’s sister.
“Hello?”
“I want to know what happened. Should I come there?”
“No. I don’t
Deep inside some problem of self-perception / a face believes...
I was at a party, one of those parties where everyone is drinking heavily, like they are trying to accomplish something. Me, I was trying to calm my nerves. I don’t know what anyone else’s end goal
I was the only person in my family this level of depravity happened to.
I followed him up the stairs up to his apartment and once inside he made parachutes, wrapping loose MDMA in tissue paper.
No cheating; you've got to keep your fingers touching my fingers. Good. Remember to keep your hands flat. Flat and steady and ready.
When I broke up with you, I thought you might kill me, and somehow, I was bored.
She took off her heavy fake fur coat and placed it on my new white Ikea chair in the corner.
The pterodactyl’s crimson, triangular-tailed head,
And the escalator-like galaxy open up...
my mother once told me, grief gives your body the shakes.
The first dog barks. Second dog. First dog. Third dog joins in. Then a fourth. Then a cacophony and I lose track of the dogs barking in a distance, down the quiet street where my father and I have nothing left to say to one another.
Xenia and I had been cheating on each other with the same woman for about three months
I had the pleasure of meeting the poet Richie Hofmann for the second time this February when he came to Bloomington to give a reading. We spent the afternoon laughing and touring the recently-reopened
