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one of my biggest triggers is looking back at my old nudes. i look at the tightness of my muscles and the depressions in my ribcage with nasty pride. someone who saw me naked commented on the nature of my skin shrink-wrapping the bones beneath sometime this past winter. my cheeks were fiery, but my…

a friend dialed my line the other day. friendship looks this way these days. they asked to be held accountable. Simple and unadorned. In fact, they had specific details of their life they needed help with. No more than two sentences, yet no clarifying questions needed to be had. In the fashion of research, they’d…

a solicitor has been knocking at my door. She’s young, no older than I. It seems her glasses diffuse all light to black and white. Here to sell me her sweaters, the pitch is speedy — chasing her breath forever. The sentences promise always or guarantee never.  I’ve let her feet weave into the entryway…

I damn near ran naked through the halls of this adult dorm which is in fact an apartment building banging on doors praying one would open in time to Heimlich me this evening. This is the sort of shit you run into when you’re comfortably alone at home running wheelbarrow loads of cold spaghetti into…

My piss is ochre. A version of marinara sauce is still wet to the corners of my mouth. My butt is crept to the wall, so my stumps lazily reach to the sky. The day was that of hours. The sum, unimportant. $10.95 exited my account to arrive. I spent $12.82 on a coconut curry…

Nothing has yet to capture the veins sprawling across my chest. I’ve tried to draw, photograph, or trace them with my fingers long enough to commit their pathways to memory. Yet, no luck. The cloudy blue and muddy greens bookending each channel always pale into my pinky flesh. The softness of the delta never translates.…