Why I Wear Lipstick
I identify my mugs by a familiar stain around their edges.
I identify my mugs by a familiar stain around their edges.
It’s safe to say they’re well aware of the power of the stars.
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
The N.F.L. season was just beginning, and Caesars was on the offense.
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
He would’ve kept carving the crosses, coasters.
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
Albert Einstein strolls through campus regularly, I imagine, on his way back home from running whatever errands ghosts run downtown.
I am convinced that he chooses the opposite side just to drive me nuts.
Distant bass jars you from Adrianne Lenker’s sweet crooning.