why are you going to move in with me if you're allergic


at the edge not of sleep or of consciousness but of awareness


the wealth of scars


from an Ohio upbringing


we can only fall into too pale skin


the sweet tea the sneezes logistics we have been privy to


sharp Adam's apples we may have been tempted


did knowledge get stuck in a man's throat


and do I want a bit


my weather vane of trying


on a campus we pour pomegranate juice on all the floors it is expensive rhythmically


silver spartan why would you capsize there


is your mind a host of friends a honey toast milk almond condition


as if I am a therapist I'm not I'm not even a volunteer anywhere


writing smaller doesn't make it any less true, any less said


should we [have to] justify love


I see dead mice every day at my current job I put them into a little box with isofluorane and once they are anaesthetized cervically dislocate them their bladders relax


forget to ignore everything


I would make wax paper puppets


my cats would still be unashamed when they farted


the brass bold light


the coldness of my left hand when I write it lumps there all surface area