“i’m literally melting over you,” messages john from tinder. he’s a leo at six foot five inches with short but shaggy brown hair, a handsome but unremarkable face, and an athletic build. he went to penn state and works some sort of c-suite job. one of his hobbies is volleyball, which, personally, i hate, but […]
Tag: autofiction
57 in paris
i love when my clothes are covered in sand the bartender the bartender at clyde feeds me one free high noon after another he looks irish or something he hits on me we talk about being young about drinking boones farm in a mine pit a small chorus on stage sings the word misery i […]
turn to honey, turn to dust
strange dreams last night, which i anticipated. always strange dreams after we break up. restless sleep. hot. the smoke rolled in. i wake up early and beau pees on the carpet while i’m brushing my teeth. i get stung by one of the wasps living on my deck. i’ll kill them all later. i drive […]
kicking and screaming quietly to myself
i’ve become one of those people who’s moved all over the place in their adult life. midwest, west coast, east coast, back to the west coast, the southwest, back east, return to the midwest and, now, east again. i’m good at getting a vision in my head and going forward with a plan. i’m good […]
naked i stand, tender and beloved
beau eats the rice i put on a log next to the mating lady bugs. spring! sprung! the waves roll in no particular hurry. the sun beats down on my back. “in my thoughts i have bled,” sings beth gibbons. “white horses will take me away.” seven years today since my mom died just a […]
be my emily
i wondered if you’d be at the cathedral this morning, thought you might be. i’ve wondered so many things about you lately. sitting next to each other there, st. mary star of the sea, saying our easter prayers – it’s the most amicable thing we’ve done together in months aside from fuck. i prayed to […]
let me be your man
back to this. we separate and, for a moment, it’s like drowning. punishing and wet. soaking, ugly, desperate. my neighbor’s basement floods and the pipe gushes water all day long. remember when mine did that? remember the hole you dug down there for the sump? i do. i loved looking at you squatting in the […]
my valentines wish
the woman behind me orders french onion soup and pico de gallo. and immediately i respect her. a woman who dares to want it all! she orders a rum drink to wash it down with. i think to turn around and see who this animal is. this woman with ambition! i think there’s probably something […]
from august (in my summer skin)
my brother and i stand watching as a fire burns a bunch of stuff we don’t want anymore. “if i had a dollar for every time i had a garbage fire since mom died, i’d have, like, thirty dollars,” i say. “more than that,” he says. i nod in agreement. i’ve been burning stuff for […]
at the end of the earth, tell me i’m yours
the woman i love is going to red hook this weekend to give a talk about her book with another author, a guy named sean thor conroe, who wrote fuccboi. no gatekeeping here – it’s a book about him being a fuck boy. the wikipedia page for it flaunts his use of “bro-speak”. i’ve never […]
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