May 22, 2017
She picks her words like they’re pins from grenades.
The blasts were last night, but the shrapnel flies
This morning. It litters my kitchen floor,
chews chunks from my toes as I enter to
hear what my phone bleats for. Each lamprey tooth
carves words from songs we share...
There’s an innocence in
Design means them to
but intent is null for
once it nails limbs to mattress.
She’s here again.
Dust of dusk in skull becomes
at midnight, singing mourning wails
to survive the many-mouthed silences...
3 cups of noodles
½ can of tomato soup
2 tbsp of Cheez Whiz
Boil noodles until soft. Add soup and Cheez Whiz.
I’d always thought that my parents had a lot of money. We lived in a two-story house on the nice side of the golf course. My friends at schoo...
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