nom de guerre

we were going to get matching tattoos when i was waylaid on the road. and then you got them with someone else

chalked up to an anomaly of the heart

isn’t this beautiful

a loom that weaves the future

he kept them under nails in a folgers can

lip syncing but i don’t know the words

a tag that tears a hole in the shirt when you remove it

lake effect snow in the bedroom

i don’t remember anything these days but i remember flat pennies on texas beach

i’ve just been making lemonade

i’m sending my condolences

footprints in the snow

bring your own agony

a brief chimera

warming up the house by setting it on fire

distinctions between weeping and sobbing

i have panic attacks around setting boundaries

going live virginiabottles

things used to be, now they're not