The gas station sat on the corner like a tasteless cheeseburger.

O Build-A-Bonfire, O
Blue Subaru

The old woman takes another bite.

It was supposed to be
a joyous thing

It happened at a small party I’d planned at a nightclub in the meatpacking district.

Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things

he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house. 

Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.

The door is open, I said, just come in.

We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.

I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.

Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood. 

I don’t feel like I’m very good at writing a serious story with super realistic violence and human emotion. I feel like it has to be filtered through some kind of absurd or weird lens. 

Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted

The kettle boiled; I made the tea,

And when I turned around,

I saw she’d set the cups and placed

A third one for the skull.

Mom and Drew ate tuna melt sandwiches on their porch while a light rain fell from the sky. She pointed to the sun emerging from the clouds and smiled.

"A Haunting" and "Shape Shift"

"Eve Learns to Dominate," "Farmers' Market," "Small-Town Fuck Geometry," and "Religious Art"