I wish I were not so genius
It’s hard for me to talk to jerks
I’m tired of teaching teachers
One time I answered my teacher’s question,
She died
When I’m wrong I’ll know it
Since all my grades in card are 100

Its 3am and I'd rather be somewhere else.
I  made a veggie burger.
And ate a jar of pickles.
And thought about crying,
But I didn't want to exert the energy.

Love hurts,
and so does lust.
But trust me now, somehow—
rough *** with a stranger
only endangered


my loneliness.

this day was not like any other.
hot air from her lungs
swirled steam in the death
of November.

I felt trust for the first time.
I trusted her to leave.

I crack a corny joke out of sheer anxiety,
I say: "Well, it is the fall."

She doesn't smile, or speak, of course.

She does the talking with her eyes,
and all I hear is goodbye.

Mulled wine is so divine.