maybe nicknames are how we trick the wind
into sneaking travelers between realms
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“Hungry Horse, Montana” and “Post-Op”
In the passenger seat,
I pressed the hotel bible on the floor
like a gas pedal.
The Infinite is Everywhere and Cheap
If my face was a mask stuck to my face, then my girldick was a strap-on I could never remove. And both were the shadows of masculinity I could never shake.
The first time I pried a blade from your fist I told myself never again
I did love you,
emergency lines, knives and all, and you, you loved me
crawling.
“Eulogy: Tron Blue,” “You would’ve hated your funeral,” and “About Kam”
I miss church. Mostly for the performance.
You've got to shout for something.
