Wishfully thinking. Not really living up to those thoughts. I know it ain’t gonna happen and I know when this is over, I will go home, come back to my loneliness like clockwork.

Karen is tired.

Always those who wreak havoc having their way.

1.   [User] searches for [potential ex]’s profile.

2.    [User] views [potential ex]’s profile.

3.    [User] unfollows [potential ex]. 

4.    [User] views [8 photos] on [potential ex]’s

And the rubber women were melting / Like gum on the hot pool deck

Mathematicians make use of rather interesting and imaginative leaps to explain mathematics, or to be the substance of mathematics in its own right. 

you can build the fist into a exclamation point

She was convinced that I was in the throes of a mental breakdown

and when I asserted that I was not, she’d shut down completely.

With Soft Core the whole book poured out of me in a weird ecstatic gush; I like to mindlessly word-vomit first, take a break and drink some kratom, then return to the word doc and start editing in a slower, more thoughtful way, so that it kind of feels like sculpting.

crumple my stupid heart / a thing of wire and feathers

Why do I miss us at our worst?

You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself

Our bones 
are always grinning.

my mother finds the name water / sweating blue cloud hairs

We really hit our stride in Gender Justice class when the Women’s Studies department asked me to teach and I invited you to join, thinking a co-ed experience would best serve our students.

He’d been by himself now for months except for game night with his colleagues and so he multiplied 13 by 47 in his head and divided it down until it was a trace behind the decimal point and then he asked her if she would like to meet him for a coffee downtown.

with beer bongs and messy boys who didn’t know how to do anything but shove shoulders down for head

A glassy-looking eye staring out too from Mr A’s head. Had he been a victim somewhere along the line?

Because if something is inherently taboo, in any way, it’s probably worth exploring.

I’m hitting my vape while he’s being vulnerable.

Addicted to this feeling / mitochondria eat your television

I started talking like a retired showgirl in a ruined by cigarettes raspy voice and asking my mom things like ‘what good is Tom without some of Dick and Harry on the side?’

Over the next few days, through a method of trial and error, I taught myself the basics of frontier survival.

You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to