you drove by the woman standing on the verge the woman with the shoulders of a long distance swimmer and you told yourself her story: she'd slept in the wiregrass she carries…
I ate 3 pieces of a broken heart
I wonder who ate the rest?
They may have eaten the best
I don’t know and can’t even start
To wonder how it got in such a mess
3 pieces of a broken heart
You could tell it just fell apart
maybe we'd be better off as insects
Sundays after Mass, Sister Edburga gathered the team in the shower room, we stripped naked in a circle, held hands and said a prayer we’d win our game. A boy no one knew walked alongside her with a box full of jockstraps.
How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?
Moriarty, we need to talk.
love is nothing but headlights at night running through the fog
He switches to quantum mechanics
and starts tinkering with his sleeve
memorizing a theorem
he'd figure out
if he had the time
for a deep breath,
he takes a deep breath.
I still have the photo, its torn/
top edge white and soft from decades/
“Is truth real?”—what a time for such a question to emerge! Such an elementary question, too, a pity no one was asking it two days ago.
Catullus 16 I will fuck you up the ass and then the mouth, Furius the catamite, and pederast Aurelius: you both who think, because my poems are salty, that I possess your equal lack of shame: for it's proper for a poet to be moral, no way essential for it…
The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
Dad had the machinery to pry open the locked/Window, and we crawled in. I began setting up the house/Hold, where we were to restart our lives./Meanwhile, someone called the police