hearing so much about Philly lately


whose clothes are those and whose laxatives splattered all over the toilet


when you are thin you realize how little that has to do with anything


the house looks better coming from the left than it does coming from the right


like soap in the mouth the good idea turns bad and foams


the way language is to me with all the threads around it


yet cut off and all knitting


guy in green shirt to whom style is obviously not a priority


to the grackles blank branches


the girlish laugh stressed out over finals


textured reproductive relable unspecified sky


I have now ten more minutes and no violins to either play or carry


I broke no promises today


even promises to myself today about milk and sugar remain intact


what will people buy me if they think I am a graham cracker?


fucking frosting


off my trim little body


I can crave to myself


I don't like the smell of peanut butter when I'm full


or the sight of a bright March light on my morning cat