Conversations had on a Lazy Afternoon Under the Meth Tree

Virginity, lifeless miscreant!
Why would you ever deign to approach me
when your only aim was to trample my naivety?

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Heart Light

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

Holy

Like the track marks on our embroiled, addict hearts…

Pieces

Ora Nechema is on the coffee table.

The Getty

Thinking about a girl I met in California…