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Seven

Seven

It's that country near the bottom of the Earth, the one that only comes up in the news when we owe someone else billions or when people find out our president's son is a drag queen which is genuinely one of our greatest and only sources of pride.

when the house is quiet, when your mind wanders, when your mind whispers

when the house is quiet, when your mind wanders, when your mind whispers

loved not be loved not be loved

How to Grow a Nice Girl / On Nursery Rhymes, Suffrage, Spice, and Everything (Not) Nice / That’s What Memory is Made Of

How to Grow a Nice Girl / On Nursery Rhymes, Suffrage, Spice, and Everything (Not) Nice / That’s What Memory is Made Of

“Why can’t a nice-looking girl like you act nice,” the principal asked.

Catching Smoke

Catching Smoke

A couple of cards, a 4 and a King, lay on the green felt in front of you. You clutch a cup of coffee with your left hand. There’s a stack of casino chips in your right. You're shuffling the chips over and over.

A Poetry Found in the Chest of A Dead Soldier

A Poetry Found in the Chest of A Dead Soldier

If I keep your poetry, / And I'm killed, / Will I be buried with it?

Questions after you said I died a million times in you

Questions after you said I died a million times in you

Who sings honeyed dirges for the dead while their warm hands make love with someone else’s warm hands?

In it

In it

Sorrow a monotonous tune, like the weeping of this lonesome cunt. I cry because I am two hours behind his time zone always, and maybe that means I am also two hours behind grieving us always.