When they feel comfortable enough,
They roll over and show you their stomach;
They say, look right here, look at this,
My softest spot, the thinnest skin on me,
Where your teeth can sink into me and
Pull me out of myself, take me into your mouth,
Let me bleed out of my body, pierced by your
Strong bite, your clenched teeth, your
Brown hair, your beard that ( Read more... )

i don't know why i'm paying so much attention to you right now. i think it's cuz it's fun to talk to you when we actually chat, but this async back-and-forth 'ain't doin nothing for no one' as you might say, throwing in a 'jibba jabba' or a 'ya' or some other way to signal that you are still, as you say again, the best 17 year old. i'm 35. and ( Read more... )

you said last month that you couldn't see me in person because you feared falling in love with me again. why fear that? why do you think loving me is not good for you? again, i wouldn't want to jump into a relationship--at least not now, given that you and i both know you need to work on yourself--but i would like to get to know you as an intimate ( Read more... )

I took the wrong medication and now I can't sleep. Welbutrin keeps you awake. I meant to take my lower dose lexipro, but the bottles looked the same ( Read more... )

I'm trying to write poetry again for the first time in over a decade. I wish I could say I don't know why I stopped writing, but of course I do. Or at least of course I can believe I do. It was either poetry or them--or was it poetry or graduate school, but why again did I go to graduate school? I recall not applying widely. I performatively recall ( Read more... )

Trauma, whether it is the result of something done to you or something you yourself have done, almost always makes it difficult to engage in intimate relationships. After you have experienced something so unspeakable, how do you learn to trust yourself or anyone else again? Or, conversely, how can you surrender to an intimate relationship after you ( Read more... )

Can you imagine a place where you can just be yourself and not perform for someone? Like, you can let your hair down, breathe easy, and, whoa, someone seemed to like that version of me for some reason! I want a place like that. I want social media to work like that ( Read more... )

I’ve been nervous to listen to Sufjan Stevens’ Age of Adz since everything went down with David. I listened to this album when he said that he liked it, and then, suddenly, I liked it too. “Words are futile devices,” the opening song ends. I'm listening to it for the second time ever. I sent him a flurry of brain-dead emails earlier, and the kicker ( Read more... )

In Trump's eyes, it's an American's god given right to kill other Americans with guns, even in mass murders, so long as we can hate that lone wolf and chalk it up to a few bad eggs, but as soon as someone who can be seen as un-American kills anyone, everything that made that person--his religion, his family, his beliefs, his mobility, and freedoms ( Read more... )

I'm someone else now, but I was wondering if this space would invite me to return. Who I am now is someone who thinks a lot about words, relations, changes. I project the grammar onto situations to understand understanding. I keep quiet, thinking that I will have a career telling the secrets of my thoughts, but I'm beginning to understand that ( Read more... )