#AmericanWriters
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
For Marcia
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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—
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?