wake eat make a living…
wake eat make a living
i have my rent and papers
to prove my non-existence
in the land of good intentions
shimmer to the fever blister
and suddenly you will feel
that which you know by name
hyperreal low-energy living
the high cost of a low life american
a prescription pad reflecting the evils
of sex positive spaces
a vulgar display my body
my rules my annihilation
microplastic organs in
payday loan heaven
My father feared I would follow…
My father feared I would follow in Karen Carpenter’s footsteps.
He said she ate from a dog bowl before she starved to death.
My consumption habits are still a sore subject—
Ritalin, carbs, and the Internet.
Shame is always a few minutes too late.
I wish I could return Jesus to the manger
in exchange for a crystal ball.
I might be compelled to embrace my powerlessness
if it wasn’t revealed to me by a man.
These Seas That Swell
by Alex Gregor
... The adults would always be the first to see them ...
The Artscape Suite
by Paul Bali
... roving thru yr city in an improv troupe ...