When I grow up I want to be Redman.
Two lovers diagonally knocking knees, his gorilla hand in my hair gripping. Empty glasses posted on both sides of the bed, condensation the color of Jim with lime inching moments closer to the spine of a paperback picked up on a layover in Cincinnati, that trip I took alone to Chicago last August when it [...]
Pulp: We Love Life
Meanwhile in Nowhere
In response to my morning sweat-knotted fro sticking in perpendicular branches out from my forehead, remark, “Cute!”
Wash your car with a squeegee and two paper towels at Chevron. I thought I was white trash.