Cows are my favorite animal, and my mom is worried about me.
French toast at noon.
Every summer, every winter.
A dyke astrophysicist’s dream
That’s my actual tongue circa 2014 in the photo. I thrive on bad choices.
Rose petal tea isn’t pink.
Figuring it out was painful.
Pretending it never happened isn’t going as well as expected.
One time I hooked up with the manager of a vape store, and now he gives me free stuff, and it’s kind of embarrassing.
You have to listen to “Dead Friend” by Against Me! when you read this poem. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
I see violets blooming between her teeth.
“I can’t compare her to pancakes. That sounds vaguely sexual. I know… I’ll change ‘pancakes’ to ‘crepes.’ That makes it deep.”