Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

you might smell donkey and driver if the dung laced breeze blows up your nose as my body quivers with new found knowledge of time

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

i make prices 
i blend into aisles 
i am a bottle of stool softener 

Everyone worries about mind control.

I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.

Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.

The summer she was without anyone

and I had just left the other girl

in Jersey City,

Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults

who lived with our parents. She seemed like

He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.  

I’m trying to do this story to get Kim’s feelings out there, but there seems to be a lot of secrecy and rumors about her death as if people are ashamed of how she died instead of why she died…

half-empty gel pens used to spawn spiked poems

Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.

i am built for harsh weather and dazzling violence

That was my youth: I developed a sickness, a ruinous crush on the man at the filling station

Life bleeds thick, porous and holy

When a cherub grows up, he hates angels.

We chased the tail laid before us. Scratching and sniffing our way to pain. We took turns leaving consciousness for a few seconds.

I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud

My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage

I was stationed in Osh, a forty minute flight south of the capital. I had

a decent sized apartment

1. A bottle of orange wine – half a packet of cigarettes.

2. You caught at the bar the space so crowded that people were practically caught under your armpits – grinning nervously, two pina coladas in hand.

3. A kitchen dance – or two.

4. Luther Vandross.

Part I of the book is titled Forest. 

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

If I have to die, I want to die for love

My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.

Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.

Gone, like T9 texting, is the once exciting novelty of being important, popular, scandalous

This act of attention lifts you momentarily out of your debilitating amiss-malaise. 

One night—which was, as it turned out, my last night camming

Mai Knicker