ArchiveFebruary 2013



there’s something i find really sexy about how little you care. you drop conversation, pick up jokes: takeout for one. your tongue toys the taste of kind things; your teeth chatter – molar-triplets meet, clench – but you don’t speak. you say you’re independent (change at your own pace). many have walked-in to be pushed out. you’ve told her to leave, but when i...



I’d collage my day with observations she’d make. I never knew dandelions had meaning until she handed me one. Dandelions grew in packs. The weaker ones sprouted along the sides, giving the pack a body; the body was curved like her ass, bundled in light blue jeans. The petals were yellow like her hair. I’d wait for her to get out of class. The yellow would catch my eye. It was...