elegy for the walkable city
where do we go, where do we belong
Poetry
It Girl Corpse: Or, I Cut up the National Enquirer and Turned It Into Shitty Poetry
Love At First Like / FIND TRUE LOVE / talk about sex
Dynamic Preparation
I bring...
Salt water to carving.
delicious / on sunday / afternoons.
Spinning
2am toilet bowls: / the stars whipping / cartwheels off;
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