what if one day i don’t know you? what if one day you leave?

On song streaks.

Did you know that a droplet of salt water jumped out of the Atlantic Ocean and licked me clean?

I was gonna spit on your pizza, but now I’m gonna make it nice.

I could stand to be less delicate with the weeds; you could stand to use more care.

I will mop the bile from the marble / as the blue bleaches the blankets above.

Full disclosure: I know nothing of the fine arts and lost my virginity to the artist!

I yell back, “I’m sorry, Terry Richardson! I can’t save you!”

On curating mixtapes.

But just between me and you, y’know it was all a bit of Monroe & Bardot.

I’m getting to know the woman at the 7-Eleven. Well, maybe not know her.

Maybe you don’t actually love them, says the little voice inside your head.

She taught me affection in shadows and closets. Her boyfriend never knew.

This is what I meant when I said "nice shirt."

I, too, cursed when there came "Breaking News" right in the middle of that long awaited song.

On globe-trotting.

“I was right in the front!” I said, getting excited. “What CD?”

I wanna practice my O face imagined in the bathroom mirror all slackjawed like a B-film death scene.

Tour Guide, turn the party out.

i dog ear my favorite bits, like treats buried in the couch for safekeeping.