Evening Stroll
It’s a tough place to be
JAKE
The Cobra
The things he said were, perhaps, a bit too complex for us at 14. But I can vividly remember the moment I finally understood precisely what he meant.
GIRLS
YOU’RE NOT A GIRL!
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,