He’s called the rat king because of the actual rats  that hang from his shoulders like epaulets.

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

(The baptism.)

The first time I had sex
my hymen didn’t break
and you missed your bus

We wrote Mary Karr on
the margin of my arm
in pen

I washed around her
then let you lick

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.

The bank took the car but they didn't take my legs, so this morning I stole the neighbor kid's bike and pedaled into town. 

At dawn on Saturday, our powerlifting group arrived at the locker room to try on singlets.

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart (bonus points to the photo nerd who knows that quote!).

Nathan Pearce is our

Enemas blastin!

Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.

through the hole in / your Reeboks I contemplate our future.

First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request.  Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.  

Just This Morning

A New Jersey train derails and crushes the station.
I wake slow, make coffee on the other side of the country;
finish the cup while hundreds are rushed to crowded

Tampopo!

I lift my knees to walk in flippers, grab a glass of water in the kitchen before high-stepping my way back to the living room where Joe and I have dinner in front of the television.

I said to the / ceiling fan / I am here / to break / the sadness.

New Miserable Experience
Gin Blossoms
Label: A&M
Released: August 4th, 1992
Length: 45:02

When I think about being a kid, it feels like thumbing through a wet notebook. Not a

most of the time / i am / bored and warm

It’s getting harder and harder to shave my pussy, let alone the tight star of my asshole.

I was a mess at every sunrise. The door winked at me, the comb was losing teeth.

1.

I cut through the small park. Come out the other side. As soon as I do I feel eyes on me. I look up from the sidewalk. He's standing down the block and on the other side of the busy cross