I want Bloody Mary brunches and poetry in bed and a legitimate shot at legitimacy I want to know pain but not too much and to skirt death but not too soon I want to cry not because the world is not fair but that there is fairness in every ant and plant and even […]

I had to develop the knack to write                            anywhere with my neighbor’s bass       pulsing within my           walls           veins           head and at the coffee shop […]

                          I  wish  we  were  watching  the  sun  set  on  Tahoe                                     champagne  bubbles  tickling  my  nose “I  hate  carbonation,”  I  mumble  to  you     […]