Surviving the Forest
Perhaps it is my subconscious telling me to die in the pines and the snow, better than to die alone in the root cellar, where tossed-out tools are ornaments that shine and sing.
JAKE
Gun Circus at the Civic Center
Oh, fuck, will there be guns!
At Least Crows Plot Their Recklessness
within me, maybe, when mother asked where did this all start?
Have You Ever Been Asked To Leave An Airport Chili’s?
Tell me where to go, what to do / when I get there. Just bring me / best practice, nothing that will blur
I'm Sorry We're Getting Married
I love you, Harry. And I’m excited that we can be married for most of our lives. What does that mean, though, when we can already love each other for most of our lives whether the government is involved or not.
my sticky sweet(s)
In the spaces between the two of you, I snuggle up for comfort.
Show Me the S on Your Chest
when every night terror wakes / and feeds on the ice / unchecked in your veins