i write about sex a lot for a virgin
i love you and isn’t that it? isn’t that a slur? to say i love you, when your father spilled that
you hurt me so much, but i never h… i just hated you for telling me it…
i’m asking you to sunbake me, politely. i want to melt into the cracks, like earth-ending dinosaur juice.
god lives in a church. so, i’ve been breaking their stain… trying to figure out which one he’…
is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.
“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…
i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.
you smell like chlorine, she tells… you smell like sunscreen, i tell h… guess we both smell like chemicals… yeah, i say, hand darting out to l…
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.
there’s something about flowers an… you ask someone why they pick flow… “because they’re pretty.” you ask someone why they pull weed… “because they’re ugly.”
i like dogs that bark and girls wh… yelling boys and little kids under… trying to figure out what to call… and always picking out “bones” or… i love animals and lovers with sca…
“do you still think i’m pretty?” i… mascara running down my face, lips…
“i hope they don’t turn out like y… and yeah, i think, that’s about ri… i hope they don’t either.
i have my mothers hands and her sh… i’ve got my dad’s jaw and his impa… i’m ten times as angry as my mothe… and twice as sad as my father is. here’s the thing, part one:
and if the doorbell scares you we can hide in your mom’s closet hand in hand i’ll try and be brave for us and if the man turns the corner