paranoia
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Bad with Computers
I have nothing to do except dwell here playing this game with my “friends.”
5 Poems
In the car horn valley
I attend a blowout sale
Made of Parts
Jake is toasting sesame seeds in a pan to make his own tahini.
Red, White, and Black Make Off-Shades of Amber
The more a death-rock girl’s structural integrity crumbles, the heavier she applies her foundation.
Blinkpoint
Man, this republic is fucked
One Day We’ll Synthesize A Real Woman In A Lab
discovering the intended use of razor blades
Gunmetal Sky
Dying on your birthday would be the ultimate irony, so we’ll avoid street corner gatherings, malls, Purim parties, even poetry that sounds like it was written by someone who would lick a toilet seat on a bet.
From My Driveway
I live at the edge of the ghetto.
i am a dead queer now
the waning moon is
soaking into the grass outside
hidden under my desk leaving the room lit
with a shade of twilight sparkle
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
I saw something big out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a dead cow. Then it turned around and looked at me, and I said, “Tiffany, it’s a