On resolutions.

For the scene kids.

Taxidermists didn’t play ‘Picnic’ that night.

I wanna make you feel safe. 

Confession booth darkness. Just our dumbass voices.

This one time Josh got kicked in the throat.

But where did they spawn from?

I want to yell at them that not every man is a degenerate Don Juan.

Radiant girl, warm and hot and close to me.

the meteorologist and the speaker of the poem are making out in the middle of the parking lot.

The squirrels clawed at the fine china.

The wild blue unthinkable happens.

I was never girly enough for the girls or boy enough for the boys.

On editing.

“Mothers are not interchangeable,” he reminded me.

i wonder how much time i’ve lost trying to do right in lieu of just. doing

we pinball!

I'm the driver, but she's the boss.

I pick up the beer and hold it as an offering.

If you’re aware of it in the moment, then that’s something else. Call it what you like – but not love.