Warm White Noise
Tonight marks a new love story. I shake her hand gently. Her voice is smart, inviting and each time she looks over at me I put on a nervous fucking smile and burn through her calico frames, want to watch her eyes forever She writes fiction, was born in Massachusetts ... Read More
I Couldn’t Provide
With hands full of hereditary tremors I take another slug from the handle, and soon forget the hours, redundant loud and bluenow I finally feel like throwing my favorite under- wear into the trash and stop shaving my legs for goodbecauseon weeknights we’ll start to split up books, movies drink ... Read More
