“Somewhere, there is a version of me that isn’t neck- deep in her invented filth”Tagged: dirty, bad girl, Sad, Poetry
“Funny how what kills you is also what you’ll crawl for, across sand, across a lap.”Tagged: Unrequited Love, Heartbreak
“the new grocery store sells real cheese, edging out the plastic bodega substitute. the new neighbors know how to feed their children, treat themselves to oysters sometimes. other times, to brunch. finally, some good pastrami around these parts. new cafe on broadway. new trees in the sidewalk.…”Tagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Cheese, Bodega, Pastrami