GIRLS
YOU’RE NOT A GIRL!
JAKE
Such a Tincture
Fill my blood with Belladonna and Hearts ease–until there / is nothing left of you. May it slip into my bones as I lay
Pearls
“Not everybody likes to see where the product comes from.”
The Intruder
They aren’t loser bachelorettes. I’m the only loser here.
Dear Poet
Warm regards,
Violin exposure
We don’t say that we regret agreeing to violin, oboe, saxophone lessons. We pretend this is the only place we could possibly want to be.
Rural Town Wellness Check
You stare at him. One beat passes. Two. This cannot be happening.