this is all your fault

Used to Live, II the smear I drew with off-pink lipstick on the flocked wallpaper the torn underside of the mattress the odd-smelling creas...

The Stars are Yellow, Surrounded by Black At 6am, I splay my tender feet on cold pink tile, pretending I can't remember your name. House...

I am almost recovered from the AWP fever or plague -- sniffles and a general feeling of discontent. Here it is: Home Surgery he climbed int...