this one’s for the day when all you have left of a thing is the memory of how sad you were when it ended.
i stopped shaving my armpits for a month because i was stoned one night and got suddenly very terrified of dying
without ever knowing how truly weird and hairy my body can get.
I’ve been brushing my teeth two, sometimes even three times per day. I floss every night. I tell myself this is because I’m becoming an adult, but mostly it’s just that I have nothing better to do now than take care of myself.
Shadowboxing, by Ruth Madievsky To let grief ride my blood like a school bus. To say tongue but mean … More
By Ben Montemayor Later the evening spreads out against / against the sky The sun is drifting behind the mountains … More
WHITE MALE FEMINIST, A POEM* He asks if he can buy me a drink and it seems like he really … More
2016: year in haiku. 45 short poems about why this year wasn’t a complete waste of the Earth’s rotational energy, at least from a musical perspective.