Tomato Plant: Journal 3.12.18

Cows are my favorite animal, and my mom is worried about me.

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Ancient Love

French toast at noon.

Rape Poem no. 5

Pretending it never happened isn’t going as well as expected.

It Was Sunny Last Weekend

“I can’t compare her to pancakes. That sounds vaguely sexual. I know… I’ll change ‘pancakes’ to ‘crepes.’ That makes it deep.”
–The author

Heart Light

Rain: translucent, crystallized youth on sticky, tender lips.