Monthly Archives: February 2016
inournakednights rubbingbodiestohairless framedinwrinkledsheets.
Waking this small town with bullets and violence; It’s not our Denton.
The quilts, the quiet; the weekend we only ate sushi then rolled ourselves in the sheets like ghosts, like goblins, gobbling gluttonous— for granted. Leaving curls on his pillows, he called me Dandy Lion. In weekends, in time breezing through … Continue reading
Let’s tell time in stories. Let’s tell stories in dimes, in losses, in rounds of tequila in basement bars. Let’s remember when bikes meant freedom, coasting through an empty campus on summer nights. Every winter, we’ll wish for snow days, … Continue reading
Through the pill bottle turning and tumbling ’round —a kaleidoscope.