#AmericanWriters #Suicide
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.