He’s Afraid of all the Happiness
He shrieks that I’m hiding fun from him because I know where he is and I won’t pretend otherwise, and groans to himself he needs to do a better job hiding—he’s so bad at it.
JAKE
Melrose
I signed a one-year lease fifteen years ago, / but 3,497 auditions later, I’m still here.
Demi Moore Sighting in Brentwood
for Nicole Brown Simpson, murdered June 12, 1994
Dorothy Parker at the Algonquin
Suitors stare across the bar, singing sonnets with their eyes, as if praying for one last deadly line.
Back to Motherland, That’s Some Otherland
Let’s go back to once upon a time. Before the clarity, before the connection, before the sukoon. Let me start with the disparity of hope and despair, the heartbreak and the trauma.
The Red Ring
We listened to the words of that stout man, feeling lost with context of time and space.
to avoid responsibility, i blame my father for everything
instead, i wander through / these desolate streets / broken homes with broken sinks / in search of someone