Dorothy Parker at the Algonquin
Suitors stare across the bar, singing sonnets with their eyes, as if praying for one last deadly line.
Poetry
to avoid responsibility, i blame my father for everything
instead, i wander through / these desolate streets / broken homes with broken sinks / in search of someone
Good Hair Day
Last month, I bought a / blow dryer and a round brush.
How to be a daughter
add glitters, / add sprinkles, / add prayers,
Small Town as The Palimpsest That I Keep Trying to Reset Back to Original Childhood Happiness
Would we have been friends in a different town? / This town is all I have of you now.
Get out of My Head
Have you ever seen a jar of mayo smash on the ground?
post-utero instructions
After “Out utero” recorded by Manuel Guerrero and hosted by Cities and Memory