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  • Afternoon on a Lake

    We wrote poems in cigarette smoke, or sex as it ran down the side of a boat intertwined in water from a dammed-up lake, forced to exist.   Ash singed the pages, humid moonlight that burned our hands until we could not touch. drops hit the glass surface, coerced water rippled.   Debris floated in…

  • Once, I Was Asked Why I Stayed (#1)

    The necklace around my neck hands or curse words slipping   across a Pine-Sol floor I should’ve cleaned better                                     like dishes   slamming against a wall the muzzle chilling my temple an empty freezer expired chipped paint over a patched hole  

  • That Awkward Moment

    I laughed, because I always laugh at poorly executed jokes, and drowned as Armani cologne soaked. His shirt, didn’t match. But I’m not one to judge fashion or drink too much wine while he recited facts Googled–probably while he was in line at a scummy gas station buying condoms as though I wouldn’t put him…