sweeter than the coffee we sipped all night long that seaspoon of salt.
discovered yesterday, the cinder in this smokehouse still catches flame.
The first time I noticed you, nothing felt sunnier about it all than your teeth. A smoker’s smile. You pulled your bike over and yanked your helmet off, revealing a fallen flag of hair crumpled with sweat. I didn’t look directly in your eyes. Until followed a hey, a particularly insistent signpost to the yetContinue reading “c’est la vie”
I really like your room. He says, while placing the skinny monitor on G’s desk. Must be the lighting. It really does everything. Just the right mix of yellow and white. I shift the cigarette between my fingers. It’s just a butt now. He rather attributes the fascination to the chalkboard and the window aloeContinue reading “500 days of bummer”
In the morning I wake up with the stench of mangled cabbages rising up the back of my throat and a nicotine-sullied breath and a tousled head rested obliquely upon his spindly chest and he is asleep on his back quiet like an untouched doorknob. I feel queasy. Like my stomach is staging some mutinyContinue reading “chief thrills”
2:15 AM. I am thinning out a brick of butter into a pan, waiting for you to intervene and scoop out another cube. Only that you are in my inbox slipping me bad puns and dad jokes. I wonder if what we share also began like this. Some runny pancake batter, given carte blanche overContinue reading “relics from a romance”