I was enraged at being alone on the outside of all that love and lust.
So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
I recoil from the certitude that religion can give a person; it’s horrific.
I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.
The elevator inside him begins to fall with dizzying speed.
Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.
Byron’s mother read things to him: Language is fun. Play. Let’s play.
“No, actually you are very different from the women I usually date.”
It was like a scene in a movie; it didn’t seem real. The man kicked her.
Pigeons are born knowing where they belong, with whom they belong.
Some days he thinks he has patients to see, meetings to attend.
There were women everywhere, all naked or nearly naked.
Now, this new dark blot on the street. Maybe motor oil, or blood or worse.
His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.
I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.
Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
“Being gay’s not a sin,” as if it's obvious why I don’t belong in church.
Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.
He tries to appear slight in his leather jacket and turbulent jeans.
It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.
We were aiming for a complete transformation of society.
Protect your hands. You can always get by if your hands aren’t broken.
I shouldn’t have to say why the confederate flag is a symbol of hate.
Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.
I let him record me doing it all. I wanted to watch me be a monster.