to the ends of the earth
i will take your hand. / smooth my thumb over the callouses / liver-spotted, amber nails cracked from worried teeth
JAKE
My Life Has a Purpose, My Life Has a Plan
Now he’s LA and airplanes and travels a lot. In high school Dane was “I don’t want anyone to know we’re related if you talk about church stuff” and “you can’t say that here.”
Dinner for One: An Internal Monologue
I cannot fathom sitting alone in a restaurant with a horde of costumed men breathing down my neck, pitying the lone eater, wondering how fast I will empty the table for a group of noisy jobless rich brats who would order five times more and tip a little too generously.
elegy for the walkable city
where do we go, where do we belong
It Girl Corpse: Or, I Cut up the National Enquirer and Turned It Into Shitty Poetry
Love At First Like / FIND TRUE LOVE / talk about sex
To the Tampon
men aren’t supposed to bleed.
Today, We Are Making Gazpacho
There is almost no reason to make gazpacho at any other time of the year. Try to make this with winter grocery store tomatoes and it’ll be like drinking a Michelob Ultra instead of an actual beer.