Your name…a thousand overtures!

I picture my night to align with what you say in the most wretched of ways I sublet, my space, my apartment to live next to an anthill i built with uncertain rage and worrisome wonder at the power of inanimate things that float and sink at the surface of feeling. All the myriad dreams,… Continue reading Your name…a thousand overtures!

Dear girlfriend…

Dear girlfriend, This really isn't about you, you know? I have always been this cruel, rude man with very little headspace for other people's feelings. When i was a child, i hated sharing my toys, and pulled at my mother's hair, every time she asked me to do something even remotely worthwhile with my time.… Continue reading Dear girlfriend…