Tag Archives: romance

END GAME

The way I see it, I gave you everything. Driving you around the city in my ’91 coupe while you painted your nails, sipped tropical drinks. There was no AC in my apartment, I let you in There was no … Continue reading

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New Book, “Fauxster” Coming Out This Spring

This book will be released through Createspace, the sequel to The Sophomore Year Experience. It will be released some time in March and contains poems such as “To Love From Afar,” “Why I Don’t Date Privileged People,” “Queer Selfishness,” and “For … Continue reading

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JAS

We fell, when fall became evening dew and sweaters, sipping your mother’s tea to R&B inside. School became an afterthought for our nights, balancing bottles of beer on our knees as I type out essays on crossed legs on your … Continue reading

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REBIRTH

The Great Wave off Kanagawa Katsushika Hokusai color woodblock, 1892-32 I wanted you to take me Simultaneously, as you destroyed me When we awoke, I, the boat, lay splintered on the beach. While you, the foam, caressed me gingerly. crush … Continue reading

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QUEER SELFISHNESS

Picture by Linzi on flickr.com. We had a selfish six weeks together. I wanted you to strip, to corrupt yourself before me, “tell me your darkest fears and mistakes” and muddy the facades I thought you had while clutching onto … Continue reading

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POST-TRAUMATIC TRISTESSE

11/22/2012 I used to love hugs. As girls, we would plaster our flat chests together tightly, like magnets, after band competitions inhaling the scent of each other’s armpit sweat mixed with suntan lotion. Today, when Penelope pulls me in after … Continue reading

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WHAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE MAN WORKING IN MY OFFICE, ON THE THIRD FLOOR

typing up thank you letters and removing commas, I sneak glances of him in the conference room at lunch, smoked ham and quinoa? — or out the window when he smokes, pensive expression facing the supermarket — and entertain thoughts … Continue reading

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