your kiss
hot on the heels of katy perry’s /
late-2000s bisexual anthem
Poetry
little victories
I lie to my boss about where I go after work.
That One Time I Had Reason to Panic
what do we do?
leftover pickle brine
what else does it do?
All Alone In Furnished Room With Pee Stains On My Underwear
A Corso Cento
can’t knock knock the hustle
Dear Jesus, thanks for the memories
drugs might help but so will therapy
i imagine my fury as if its mythology. /
allow myself ugly. i thrill in the mud.