we tried to tell each other I’m afraid of this desire it gets worse every time I see you hopeful for what I wonder because your tongue...

I want to crack an egg on your ass, fix your chipped nail polish, read those poems you never finished, even the ones that aren’t about...

From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where...

I’d love to steal one of your brother’s vintage cars and go for a spin. If I said come with me, we could be re-fashioning old, fearful...