confession

those are not my words,
they fell out in the shakedown
of your arms.
I will take credit,
but not responsibility.
he never did, either.

cinder & smoke

let's just burn the past all the way down.

the best advice.

You were a problem.
At a party, I introduced you to the girl that I wanted to be.
She knew everything that had passed between us, because I related it to her on a porch, in the summer.
And when you went to the bathroom, she took my elbow and said,
"Nah. You are hotter than that."

I know, I know.

After five beers and Roman Candle
it becomes clear that Elliott Smith is the
only man I could ever love.

morning.

I just heard a car door slam outside and thought,
"I hope that is someone I hate driving far away from me forever."

armstrong

we went to the moon in the 60s
shouldn't we be warping around space by now?
i thought this was the future

phantom sex

when she woke up, she noticed an unusual pain.
the whole lower body ached like she'd been riding a mechanical bull in a poorly lit, red rodeo bar.
after limping around her apartment and trying to ignore the twinges shooting up the insides and backs of her thighs, she decided to go to the clinic.
she waited for an hour, wearing an impersonal paper dress in a cold room. the doctor entered looking serious and white.
"judging from your symptoms, it seems you've been having phantom sex."
she blinked,"what does this mean?"
the doctor looked at the chart in his hand and squinted.
"well, you make reckless love with no abandon to nothing at all...all night long."
she stared, confused.
the doctor lowered the chart then met her eyes, "and I am sorry to tell you, but you have phantom AIDS."