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It’s not in the way you hang It’s in the way you let go

Red Light, Green Light Merging Onto the freeway Breaking, even though he knows it will change Trusting now Not breaking Because It will change These are the conversations We have Over Scotch And Whisky At the Dresden While the little … Continue reading →

Rots in the fridge. Not in a gross horror-film-you-can-see-its-eyes way.  But in a soft, cold, and lonely, pink way. It’s become a laughable regimen. She takes salmon out, defrosts it—with healthy, good intentions—then all plans recede into nothingness and the … Continue reading →

He stuck his hands in my armpits. I said, get those out of there.  He said, this is love. I said, no GET OUT OF THERE.  He used my face-wash, mask, and towel. Not my toothpaste. He used his own … Continue reading →

Inside the train station, we sat there and watched people—live.  That’s how the trains got started.  It was light inside the large space, until a sparrow got inside and flew frantically around through the beams before finding its escape. That’s … Continue reading →

When I lived at 5406, I couldn’t just b e here I can b e I was go, go, go But that was ok because before that I had  b e e n  for so long.

Ikeepwantingtosay- Thankyoufor:mattressfriendsJackBaileyPatronandmoreStevenAlansweater (that hangs just for you) SushiMexicantacotrucksmusiclisteningVegasPassovercaringabouteverythingArrowheadsweaterfromLondon&teafromCanadaWholeFoodsgiftcardfornewjuicerlaughingthe firstnightwehungoutwhenIsaid, “I just took a Vicodin, do you think I should drink?” Butmostlythanksforbeingmyfriend—thennowandtomorrow.) Didn’tknowhowtowithoutbeinglame. Sushi & Chocolate Chip cookies, -Lacy Phillips

Last Thursday Jim Parrack said, There will be so and so’s Around every corner Behind every wall Under ever rock To compare yourself to So stop telling yourself If I had grown up rich If my teeth were straight If … Continue reading →

Dearest Bruce Spingsteen- Thank you kindly for writing one song that fully encompasses my daddy complex combined with the sexiest lyrics ever. If I ever become a stripper, this will be my song of choice: I’m on Fire Hey little … Continue reading →

Reads stars. He must have learned how to translate them on warm desert nights in Iraq where he could build and break down most any gun under two minutes. He decodes palms also, and tells me that I’ll be married … Continue reading →