Congratulations On Your Breakup (No, Seriously)
Go to the movies. Go see a show. Dance your ass off at karaoke at the local dive bar and flirt with the guy who sings your favorite song badly. Let him buy you a drink. Or buy him one.
A Brief Timeline Of Dating A Poet
You cry. We have sex. It’s incredible. You say I may be the one.
This Is The One Thing I Wish I Could Have Done For My Dad While He Was Alive
I wish I thought of this when he was living. I wish I would have taken his bruised, cut up, calloused hand and beg him to try it. To do it with me.
For Girls Who Use Spotify To Heal Heartaches In March
Two days before your birthday, I break up with you. Out of the blue. It feels really good. Like I can breathe. Like I learned how to do it.
I Just Want To Be On Fire
The first time I heard the song I was a virgin. It was in a car of a friend’s older brother. It was at night, just like you’d imagine hearing it the first time.
He Loves Wilco And I Ask, ‘Who?’
I can’t tell if he rolls his eyes, because I am already rolling mine. As a music snob, I have stuck…
Dolor
You push your fingers into mine, pull my hand up to your chest and kiss the back of my knuckles and I forget I want to wake you up. The want to tell you I’m sad is replaced by the want to tell you I love you.