December 4, 2017

And You 

We took the arm  

down off the shelf,  

softly creeping 

everyone the fuck out.  

It was holding  

a pack of cigarettes, still.  

Cloves, and that’s not even the most disturbing thing.  

Last night, I dreamt about her 

and her and him...

November 22, 2017

The last time I saw L, he had overdosed on Klonopin. I visited him once in the hospital, gave him a shitty card with the phrase “Get Well,” even though I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he would not, no matter how hard he wanted to try. It’s not t...

October 6, 2017

They sat on the mid-campus bench watching classmates scuttle like ants to their lectures. Trees sheltered them, their leaves dappling the sunlight into puzzle pieces. 

Ginny tapped her finger on the notebook she cradled. “Did you know Edith Wharton’s husband found her s...

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