SALT COMEDY
Too much salt, love. How silly of me.
Poetry
Relish
FIVE OPEN THINGS OF BUDGET MAYO IN MY FRIDGE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Lather, Rinse, Repeat and Never Stop
I need my distance and space but still,
I need her
They'll Let You Use Kool-Aid To Dye Your Hair When You're 10 & In The Hospital For Setting Your Childhood on Fire
They'll also let you have a / unicorn birthday cake
self portrait as chinese typewriter
my father asked me for futures /
i only have the word for solitude.
at the end of the earth, i find {}
// mother asks if i have a girlfriend // i respond with an assemblage of
stones in my throat //
I am holding this for you: cento
using lines drawn from Richard Siken, Crush and The War of the Foxes