siren calling

my best friend, my constant companion:

look up

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it's called crazy horse, this leather, and i show you my clogs. they are brand new, but appear old and worn in; the more you beat them up, the better they look. more things should be made of crazy horse.

how to waste your lunch hour

published on metazen

the latest in a how-to series

i never feel guilty until i get caught

i am spending the night at kim's house whose family are jehovah's witnesses like mine. we are a clique of weird outsiders in high school: no birthday celebrations, no holidays, no unchaperoned dating and no "worldliness" (my dad even gets mad at my mom for reading cosmopolitan magazine because "it literally means 'worldly'"). we are somehow in this world but not of it and i am kind of afraid of dying in armageddon.

how to fill a hole

a hole is a hole, empty, nothing.

my skin was brûlée

this is where we loved

the solar system is in jeopardy

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we shook her ashes toward the ocean