Monthly Archives: July 2017

I was relieved to discover that when you said you couldn’t make it out to see me the excuse you gave proved solid. I checked it against friends’ testimony and, when I questioned the bias of the sources, got some … Continue reading →

I just heard your performance and let me tell you that skirt fits you very well. I really loved the choker you were wearing. The lyrics you sang were really sexy and your lipstick is just the right shade of … Continue reading →

I have been walking these wettened streets stewing over what’s been said. I see so many of the sites you’ve cited from your youth. This was the wrong place to have a fight with you where you know everything about … Continue reading →

I wouldn’t have liked it with you, anyway. It might have been fun at first, sure, but eventually it would have been tiresome to be with someone so beautiful so elegant, one who made every interaction an attempt to be … Continue reading →

I’ve got a show on Friday where I’ll read stupid words like these into a microphone for the people who are dumb enough to come but you won’t be there because almost no one is ever dumb enough to go … Continue reading →

Sometimes I find parts of poems ideas that have never quite coalesced sentences without a home and I combine them with others of their kind to form some Frankenstein whole a mishmosh of monstrous pieces built into a tower of … Continue reading →

My therapist said you provided a perfect opportunity to sever all contact and go cold turkey avoiding any word, thought or deed that would relate to you and these past few days I have been true to his command keeping … Continue reading →

Please, I beg you: never cut your hair. It is astonishing. It is exotic. It defines you. It makes you a thing I want to know and very much want to know better. Please, I must insist: keep your locks … Continue reading →

The pills don’t always work. The smiles don’t always work. The cake the ice cream the ice cream cake and candy, they… don’t always work. Sometimes the downs get going, and nothing can keep ’em down. It’s a part of … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking a lot about the last thing you wrote. It really got to me though I can’t say exactly why. It made me want to change, though, or think about changing or maybe just change my shirt. I’ve … Continue reading →