bad poetry
the way I love you is not red hot it does not shoot flames up my spine it does not burn or bite it is not the kind of love that leaves...
casts
I still think of you and when I do my heart aches and so does my arm in the place where you broke it last year. you wrote lies on my...
3/5 and summer nights
I. we sat with you after we dragged your sobbing shaking lovers out the door, you slowly faded in our arms- your eyes were the last to...
champagne nights
champagne streaks run rampant across the sky and i, i am dizzy, drunk on sunsets sinking into streetlights pale arms twist and tangle,...
lightning
the more places I go with you the more disturbing I find it that I don't even pay attention to where we are anymore and I often find...
i am not a tv repairman
my nights are made of white noise. just like static litters our televisions when they are not connected right, i become disconnected when...