Masturbating while listening to The Pretty Reckless was a great decision that I made today.
Dude the lady who’s in charge of internships for the Feminist Press emailed me back and she was like, “yes for the first time we’re considering interns for J-term.” and I want to email her back and be like “YASSSSSS!!! HELL YEAHH! YAYYY!! TURN UPPPP”
but I won’t.
I don’t think anyone chooses to become a poet, if anything it is a side-effect.
sweaty palms on
instead of palms on
the backs of newfound lovers
I had hoped you would
have stayed honest with me,
in the way I stayed faithful to you