He looked slightly like a serial killer—but not enough for Luisa to say no; and she sensed that, if it came down to it, she could do him more harm than he her.… more
He looked slightly like a serial killer—but not enough for Luisa to say no; and she sensed that, if it came down to it, she could do him more harm than he her.… more
Henry swears he can use anything in Sharkey’s as a weapon. Every bottle and stool and pool cue. He’d pull the aluminum High Life girl from the wall, moon and all, and use her like a riot shield if The Wrong Motherfucker walked in.… more
You didn’t say you deserve better, you didn’t say leave him, you didn’t even say nande konnayatsuto iruno? since I know you’re more honest in your native language. Instead you said well you are looking a little chubby.… more
What if he didn’t meet the older boys behind the high school or the people under the overpass with their trash-can fires and shouts of buddy, pal, bro, people who handed out belonging like the rainbow of pills they stole and sold.… more
When my wife looks out the window and sobs while the rain beats down, it’s because she says our baby doesn’t recognize her anymore, because she’s an alien now, a glowing oval-headed monstrosity tucked into a maternity dress.… more
“We need to bring the sweatshops back home,” the president posted on his official social media account. “We will MAKE UNDERWEAR GREAT AGAIN!”… more
They promised to call us, their first loves, but we’d already packed away our broken hearts with our boardgames and childhood bears. We’d already packed away our Big Dreams for ourselves, our futures—shattered as metal and bone in a box marked Goodwill.… more
When she slips from the rooftop, her first thought is not I’m going to die, but I didn’t feed the cat.… more
You rue your giving your dog to that careless neighbor who had promised to bring him back after a walk. A walk indeed. A walk to meet with death. Fucking careless. Fucking stupid neighbor. You hope he dies too and rots in hell.… more
A recent onslaught of uninspired poets have come and stripped the place of all character and charm, peeling the wallpaper for bookmarks and chiseling their names to solidify themselves in something that will outlive them.… more