kind of man
I’m all alone on the Internet.
JAKE
The B-52s Sing "Red Lobster" Before I Die
Regular sex wasn’t worth all this bullshit.
you are not my x
I do not care for your titular ploys.
En Route 301 to Bowling Green, Virginia
The road sweeps past
So Why Do You Want to Be A Writer
Your characters, they just kind of drift around. The world has no greater meaning for them. They just experience the mundane level of everyday activities. Something happens. Then something else happens. Then it’s over. The End.
stars too
From the chapbook *Poems of Color*
euphemism february
From the chapbook *Poems of Color*