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?


Heart Light

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


Like the track marks on our embroiled, addict hearts…


Ora Nechema is on the coffee table.

The Getty

Thinking about a girl I met in California…