from an email to the beloved sarah ( Read more... )

value city hunches in a strip mall just south of metro st. louis, its skin bristling with faded stucco. the corpses - battered ford contours and ghetto fabulous beamers - mingle in the pot-holed parking lot, spaces jagged like teeth meant for tearing. the doors don't open automatically: you must choose yourself to enter the belly of the beast ( Read more... )

can i ask you a question? she called across the neighbor's lawn. she has gold fronts on her teeth and a hopeful green shirt. tiny silver striations poke through her onyx veil. her toenails are painted deep maroon. it is a heartbreaking color against her chocolate skin. it speaks volumes on love and death, like virgin blood and lighter flames, the ( Read more... )

thursday she wears a blood red kimono top. nan says: "i shouldn't wear this for the pictures, if i had known you were going to be here, you'd've seen me in my conservative suit." blonde, bright, sharp like the vorpal blade. knows politics. looks at me in the mirror as i photograph her putting on make up, her colleagues moving on the left side of ( Read more... )

tell me again why i decided to live in the midwest.

this weather is just WRONG.

things i could be doing ( Read more... )

i got it.

st. louis.

holy shit.

i'm moving to st. louis in december. i don't know when i'm coming back. maybe march, maybe august. holy fuck, i got st. louis.

::dies of shock::

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied ( Read more... )