Non-Problems of Youth
I pop a Lexapro. Swallow. It makes my head swim & kills every boner I could have had, but I guess it’s better than the alternative, & I guess I’m going out. I…
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I pop a Lexapro. Swallow. It makes my head swim & kills every boner I could have had, but I guess it’s better than the alternative, & I guess I’m going out. I…
Intoxicated to see your placeholder dimension space- the purple black star hole- melt into the field of light blue daisies fated to grow into vines, a river, a…
Words crumbled, a dizzy heat flushed the men and women... The light blossom crinkled & spread as the liturgical threads had foretold. Four spirit stags flew…
...finally. When sweet Papa died, Mama & I carried his body to the volcano. We cried & wailed our Family Song over the island, ‘til birds took off in respect…
I left home and sometimes I don’t know why. I miss the smell of Kabsa from the restaurant by my university. I miss the communal love of football, and I’m still…
“Well, I remember that Lucifer created these massive red webs while he was in Heaven that were just breathtaking. We came from everywhere to see them. I’m sure…
It’s so cold: like a wolf’s air-house in the deep winter on the mountain, yes. But their deep fur caresses them & vessels the sweet heat scavenged from…
dancing with blood on my tank top threads of always from my breast undulate shame, a little cough, a little dress, but the shame isn’t. we’re quilts see maybe…
Bruno couldn’t get Jack’s last words from their conversation out of his head. “We miss watching you play your video games, ma biche. Come home soon.” The…
“A mommy?” Jack stirred this thought like a thick broth. “Not a daddy?” _“...I just get real messed up, Jack. I don’t know why. My mama and my pop was…
“Ahh, there’s my guy. It’s good to hear your voice, Bruno.” Jack’s tone was stern but understanding. Bruno’s mind was scrambled eggs. “Hey Jack,” he said…
“See you next week, sir.” The specialist’s secretary winked at Bruno and slid him the reminder slip, complete with a hastily scratched phone number and the…
“Hey, doc,’” Bruno began. The specialist’s office made Bruno feel like cafeteria lunch meat: soggy, a little spoiled, flat...but the doctor himself seemed nice…
to be held by light speechless better than jesus. yeah. (fuck that) to be held by light li _ke stags like animals like brilliance of a growing, a forest’s…
No lover was spared the loneliness, no friend was granted a goodbye, no family was sent a note when Bruno packed everything away into his fading orange pick up…
Adam is weak. Adam is the weakest being I know. He needed me desperately to ensure his survival, yet after all that he reaped from my labors, he had the nerve…
From the dust, I was breathed into the land of the lambs, the garden of origin, Earth. Life is the greatest gift to me. The test of survival, moving with…
The sun was setting, redder than a peach, leaving red streaks so languid & sinewy across the sky. Night was coming. Emerging from his cabin as if drawn by…
I don’t get upset when I’m called a harlot. I am one - or at least I used to be before I was taken in, and now…well, it doesn’t mean what it meant back then…
My name is Adam Pierce and I’ve been told a hundred times that it is a strong name. They tell me at the Chicory County AA meetings after we disband. They tell…