moral panic
TagBuying Beer for Underaged Kids
I meet groups of 16 or 17 year olds a block away from the Circle K and they hand me too many crumpled bills to buy them a case of this or a mix bag of six packs to split when their parents think they’re at a friend’s house.
poem submission for april / vasectomy
the smallest wire
within you gets snipped
hedonism / drive
triple x
triple six
tear apart a pair of hearts
The Trickle-Down Effect
The cloud from Danielle’s vape enveloped the inside of her car like a Saharan sandstorm.
Enslaved Dreaming
I want to be the master’s daughter
walking past these fields.
Not Us, Not Plant or Animal
I am in the front seat. I am always in someone’s front seat.
What’s Your Damage? / Remember / Tracing Paper
you want stain
without white
From My Driveway
I live at the edge of the ghetto.
The Nightmares of Old Silverback
Old Silverback sees her face, the one he’s forgotten, when she resurfaces in the news.
Leavin’ Springersville
Po’ Bobby Sue, she’s so in love;
Her Bubba’s all she’s thinkin’ of—
Tonight, they’ll dance an’ drink red wine.
It’s prom night, 1999.