113,307 acres, 38%
bigger than Atlanta is how badass
our ancient trees are everything up
to the road is burnt as the fire grows

First, be born to Armenian parents in Santa Monica, California―

I spied the neon sign advertising ‘Barbecue pork, all u can eat, take exit 122, turn right, can’t miss it! Truckers welcome!’ flashing above me. As hungry as I was, I didn’t pull over.

year of

impasse and circumstance in search of a blowhole

He’s walking through the lot as fast as he can between, around, past extended-size F-150s and jacked up Silverados.

I was born from a womb swollen with guilt, the stain of sin

she has good skin. BAD hair. but lovely porcelain skin.

I don’t know if it was due to nature or to nurture that I have always labelled myself errant.

there’s a kingdom dwelling within my ribs

Email request for a reading—then two days later, Devin, the medium, 56, [who predicted Max’s death, and said she would come back and kill her ex] died in his sleep.

Thank you for your message. I will be out of sage by September.

It takes an inordinate amount of effort to grow cells.

I went to the Patteson Drive Kroger for Kleenex

Just before sunset, I find myself
hand-in-hand with my beautiful friend

The clock above the stables tolls one.

We reverently chop up Brother Francisco.

“Be nice, or next thing you know Raney will be in the closet talking to her imaginary friend.”

no escape from the ghosts inside me

In Lesterville, we know the phrase Recycle, Reuse, and Reduce, but we ignore it.

He swathed his roses in burlap shrouds