|hey what are you up to?|
|oh not too much just talking to you while pasting whitening strips onto my teeth, watching my seventh office episode of the day, and lying half-dressed in a pile of my own filth and un-laundered clothes|
"I Like You Because You Look Like Everyone Else I’ve Slept With," and other stories
In the kitchen, my hands speak before the rest of my body does.
This is what I do- feed the mouth of loneliness
until it combusts into flames.
This is what I do- saute the tomatoes, dice the meat, slice the cantaloupe
before my skin is ready to turn itself inside out
and stitch itself to the…