Monthly Archives: August 2012

If you knew me the way that I’d want you to know me, then you would understand exactly what I’m getting at when I say, “Hi.” If you felt the same way about the universe as I thought you did … Continue reading →

Fuck you, poem. You’re not good enough not clever enough not beautiful enough to make my point change the world win her love. Why couldn’t you be better, poem? Why couldn’t you have been written with more goodness baked in … Continue reading →

When we tell our kids about how we met, let it be like this: how you saw me across the room at some friends’ wedding and you saw something not beauty or wit – though, eventually, you would uncover those … Continue reading →

She told me to stop looking at her tits. She didn’t say it like that, though. More like: quit staring at my chest, you fucking mongoloid. I told her I didn’t think I could though I, too, said it differently. … Continue reading →

Reyes on the roof surveys the sunset as the dregs of the day dissipate into a city slowly going technicolor. He looks upon the street below and deems it good. Reyes raises his can and chugs. “You worked hard today,” … Continue reading →