I had another mental breakdown in the bubble tea store
we’re all on this sinking ship together
Poetry
on friend dates with the devil
who wouldn’t want to be a curator of sin
open letter to you (there)
death is an industry / no different than oil,
Gordon's Testimonial
If it hadn't been for that, who knows?
the co-op parking lot
we came here years ago, buying pomegranate juice in a glass bottle
two worlds right next door to each other
almost crashed passing the township marker going north.
Morning Walk, 10/19/14
I am not a good thief