‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.

‘Yes,’ Mary said.

like HFCA is kind of artless manipulation 
it’s not subtle
 

Things that make sense: plants, deer, video games, sushi, beer.

At night, we lay on unmoored mattresses, pressing hands over our eyes to block out spears of light from the street. We cursed our naked windows.

What the Mother wanted to show us might be different from what we wanted to see.

She feels bad for being taken aback before; she really is a very nice doctor.

This marriage project
What a blast

How they stabbed me and got away with it!

I guess my approach is not to take myself too seriously, which sounds kind of dumb and obvious, and just to write the sort of book I most like to read, which is usually something heavy but also light on its feet, fast-paced and horny, and generally not too full of itself.

i don’t think there will be booze
for sale, the style writer says, 
because it’s a synagogue

waylon in the kitchen
pancakes
the pain of a tattoo gun on ribs 

writing fiction in which people google things,
suffering in a very abstract way
trying very hard to shut the fuck up & failing

It’s a sin,
to desire different architecture, I’m told

Waxing Phase

Sparrow day
draining to red

red wall of night
night a voice

caught within the throat
the throat a tunnel

a blackened river
a wing bending

a moonrise

Night

I worried I had magically bloated between 9 a.m. and lunch time, even though I’d only eaten the prescribed six saltine crackers.

I’ll Always Make Love to the Mississippi.

We bruised
my knees on the bluff.

I’ve disappeared into the current
of loving nothing
but tainted water lapping against rotten fish
against a rocky

Fifteen years before my autism diagnosis - the year I chopped off all my hair with jagged scissors - I hid a not inconsequential baggie of hash in my dorm room closet. I was, as always, trying to

I know that I should be sad, or at least look sad, or somber, as I go through the things in Johnny’s room.

Wind, always strongest by water, whistles and whooshes, knocks a girl off her feet.

I love you best
like this: sun in your hair, a heavy daze
of pollen on your eyelids.