1i want herwithout having to lift these wicked wordswater drips from her hair“i want her,”buti want her. 2across the roomsteam from the slow sliding shower…

she rounded the corner. i was standing there with my weight on my good left leg, leaning my left shoulder into the brick wall of…

i imagine her at restpropped up in her purple bralicks of light sneaking throughher bedroom doora mirror leans against the wallshe wants only one thing…

maybe it’s an issue with vocabulary dark with dialect and black hair, playful the dictionary kicks up at the puddle suddenly smaller stack of books,…

i know too much about being invited two fingers on the thoughtless device and the window with no blinds the arches of her skinny little…

i am an addict; something hairy, something scary, something crawling from the shower; stay away; parking tickets are gathering on the floor; i’m beginning to embarrass myself; love’s…

we identify the artifice with simple programsextracting borders from blackness, nothingness, ennui shadows fear,piss-colored paint; get it? here we are, wherever, beside each other and bored bored…