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 […]
Tag: love
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 […]
all the horses in me are wild
beach, north dakota, is by far the windiest place i’ve ever been. it’s one of many things that makes being on the plains so humbling. walking in a straight line is impossible. driving through it is exhausting. having a coherent thought, standing out there in those punishing gusts, is out of the question. i’ve been […]
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 […]
my fetish for eternal peace
i have a fetish for knowing what’s going on. it’s, like, the most important thing to understand about me. some might say it’s because i’m an enneagram eight. others might think it’s because i was raised by a virgo. me, i say it’s because i couldn’t be more turned off by not having a clue. […]
i’ve always liked dancing with you
it’s late november now and these three pieces are all from early spring, shortly before things fell through with you and k- and you came back to the house for the summer. before we decided to try to get pregnant. before you took me to the city for my birthday and before things felt good […]
undone, dripping
“oh, i’m not good with dairy,” says the girl next to me as she devours a bowl of spinach artichoke dip. she plopped down onto her bar stool about ten minutes ago and has been chatting nonstop with the guy on the other side of her ever since, except he just got up to get […]
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