Hungover Once Overs (aka That Baby Ain't Mine)

I can put it on a prose or I can put it on you.   Either way, there's going to be hurting.    Still, I wished you'd stay a wile (sic) and let me fit between the seams you fall apart in, let me be the tree and awful you feel a constance....

Why OvercompliKate Things

You push to keep a distance and knit a cozy reverie of me, a thought to slip in absent mindedly through the hours of our absence. Its a strange way of saying I Miss You or How I Love You. Your doubt is an unfounded confidence in paranoia, the pebble...

Medicated Memories - Stream of Nonsense

I'm getting hot flashes and flashbacks. Sixth grade roaming the empty elementary school. One day to Summer and the heat goes up like teacher shrugs and nobody cared. Justin was cool, backwards cap and young, pretty, boyish face. Jessica was tall like...

Nice Hands

She was rich like a Charles Bukowski quote- copy pasted and overused. Life afforded her little originality as I constantly found her stuck in a common notion or a cliche, her chief concerns being weight or how ill suited her reflection in  mirror...

Cafune

There's little use crying over spilled ink and I won't hold vigil over the ghosts of yesterday. You've taught me that our time is short and we are quickly fading, so I've licked my wounds to limp steady at your side. I was dragged through the love and...

A Cup Of You

"I wanted to tell you that this feeling trembles inside me and somehow it makes sense. It pounds in my chest like thunder holding its breath."   I wanted to tell you your kiss is a relapse full of irresistable, I trace them on my lips and feel...

Strikhedonia

Does the thought of yesterday bring sharp, convulsing pains to your self esteem, abdomen, and whatever hemisphere of your brain things like regret and longing reside? Have you started to consider allowing your face its beard, or your legs their shaggy...

Or, gasms.

I'm feeling a particular shade of lonely and the windows are too bright, all that light has never had a home in me. But she had a scar above her waist I could taste in effegies- a smile you could lie for, so I'm a quarter past wasted and reaching for...

A Rock > Heart Break (aka Let's Just Pass The T/H-ime.)

I woke up this morning in a panic, dripped wet as if from a fever dream, and as I watched the dim sun begin to reen between the curtains, I was surprised to find the world had lost its nameless hue, surprised to find I must have sweat the blurry...

For Madmen Only

I've never known what it's like to be first choice. My whole experience has been the same in gym class and love - never last, but always third or second; trying desperately to make capatin but coach won't let me off the bench. Two out of three is...

Papa Didn't Preach (He Let Stupid Undo Itself)

I was never very close with my father.   He and my mother divorced around the time I was 12, but he's always been a constant in my life. He paid our bills, helped how he could to put me through school, and even got me my first job. My first job...