national bohemian, renegade poet laureate of baltimore city
who else can trace the cracks in every midtown dive
nat raum
journal (take #4)
dear diary, i also can no longer imagine having a lover worth complaining about.
growing up
i hate saying that out loud...
ode to the cybertruck (derogatory)
hailed as a genius only by fools—
your honor, i did it for the vine
i did it for the giraffe in my house
a bad gay guard
they keep saying i’m a bad guy
your kiss
hot on the heels of katy perry’s /
late-2000s bisexual anthem