The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through..

The narrator blames the birds. And you want to blame the birds as well. I blamed the birds for a long time. But in this story everyone is hungry, eve….

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling..

You are playing cards with three Jeffs. One is your father, one is your brother, and the other is your current boyfriend. All of them have seen you n….

Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden ….