Forgot about my wu name for years but it’s 100% accurate
"new st vincent single" is about the only thing that could have turned this morning around so im pretty stoked about that tbqh
ive never seen a movie that basically admits to flagrantly failing the bechdel test that i still somewhat liked before just now and i dont know how i feel about that (bad)
got a headshot taken today and the whole time i was thinkin about how i cribbed a john beer poem title
the bartender says ‘we dont accept bitcoins here’
examines me minutely over drinks.
The weather here is always worst, she says
when you are visiting. It’s in your blood.
And so is everything. Tess teaches
yoga to the underprivileged. Then she sighs.
I wake three hours late tomorrow, face
full adipose against the sheets. My flight
is in the air without my bodybag.
Who could have known. I conjure up defense
wound thunderstorms and find a place to die
but don’t. Across the city Tess recites
fibromyalgia for worried men
and samples different kinds of cheese. What knife
is immaterial: there’s nothing left
inside of me to spatter on the walls.
selfie in a convex mirror
Was going to write a poem but then I got drunk this is just one of many reasons why I am the anti bukowski (other reasons include being able to actually write)
Going to drink some buffalo trace here fir a minute just to stay honest