Bedroom Sainthood
playing the bass for their arrival, / but I have your the Smiths playlist / going on and on forever / until I can see you in the lyrics.
Fables and Proverbs
and then it’s all popsicle-flavored forgetting / retrograde amnesia / every day we’ll fall in love with the yellow sky all over again
Recipe for a Broken Heart
I can't call this a family recipe, but my daughters one day will. If you are hurting, it's best to start making this remedy as soon as possible, as it is a slow and tedious process.
Bad Meat
I want to be loved and no one cares to love something that doesn’t admit to its badness. / Confession: some days I’m more rot than girl and it‘s not something you can eat around.
Changing Hearts
Tell me now, how the world would grow / I hope it will be a magnetic attraction that defies even the earth's axis.
Your lovers come and go in December
Because some days, / Giving up is the only thing the universe can do.