Delayed Gratification
Not counting those dissolved in hot chocolate or melted into rice krispie treats, I consume about five marshmallows total a year. Always toasted on a campfire.
JAKE
I Am That Meme
The distracted boyfriend is the story /
of lifelong discontent /
of what-ifs
Forest for the Trees
I did ask her about the antlers, once, after getting high before bed.
The Request
The librarian folded his arms and frowned. “Are you sure you want to?”
You’re Not Alone If You Have Demons
Her ex-boyfriend had claimed to be a vampire, and that was about thirty percent believable. He bit a lot, but he also loved the beach, and what kind of vampire likes the fucking beach?
If It's So Easy To Drive Out Snakes, Where's My Sainthood?
How lucky are we, you beam at him. A flash of clarity: everything beautiful you see here, you made yourself. He’s just the mirror. All the goodness he shows you is only your own, refracted. Quickly, you chew this thought and swallow it.
Wild Hearses
wheel around to wait /
for the timorous who /
need to be nudged...