after Frank O’Hara nighttime is not blue it is a black olive with a frosted window a sommelier pours thestars … More
After Frank O’Hara on that Friday night you queued up for fried chicken your jacket was beige your reflection softened … More
he fucked me at the sushi bar / salmon roe dried like an apricot we rubbed wasabi on our gums … More
she left eyelashes on his mother’s kitchen sink thick brush stroke bristles that he rubs on himself when lust swallows … More
Tuesday mornings spent supreming a tart grapefruit the cashew segments bleed into his coffee cup his newspaper left unread at … More
just another bite, I say to my therapistthey’re only donutsyou’ve been giving me sugarpills anyway, so what gives?
peaches in jellygive me a stomach ache like loving does to youthe heat makes me nauseous and all I want is to … More