He only imbibes because of his dipsomania.
She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her.
He despises her monomania.
She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious.
He's too acrimonious and muzzy.
She knows she's a bit of a coquette.
He thinks he's a cuckold.
She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia.
He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled.
She just wants a lark once in a while.
His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious.
Her every fatuity leads to a cabal.
He's too opaque and insipid.
She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says.
He feels his infatuation is unrequited.
She finds this unproblematic.
He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore.
She thinks he's unpitying of that.
He'll malinger tomorrow.
She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet.
She can't handle his odium.
He can't stand her ten dollar words.

Maria and I are watching a movie.
Suddenly, we are the movie.
I'm sitting with my legs propped up.
Some guy I don't know comes up to me.
He rubs my leg and calls me Alisha.
I say, "That's not my name."
I push him away.
He finds me again.
I keep running away.

Maria and I are outside now.
There are a lot of people.
We're on a platform and the guy finds me again.
He grabs me and starts to drag me away.
I try to fight but I can't get away.
I see a group of boys.
I look at them but I can't scream.
I can hear Maria screaming.
One of them runs toward us.
I think he's going to help.
But he's in on it, too.
Somehow, I get away.

We run to the woods.
There are a bunch of girls.
They are against us but ignore us completely.
One of them has a metal rod.
She's heating the end of it with a lighter.
She's burning the other girls with it.
They let her.
She touches her fingers to the burning end.
They glow in the same way.
She begins to burn the girls with her fingers.
She comes up to me and Maria.
Her fingers are dulling.
I say, "Don't touch me."
She says, "I'm going to burn you."
She touches my arm.
All I say is, "I'm going to push you down this hill."
I push her forehead and she rolls down the hill.
She lands, unmoving, in the ditch.

Maria and I are watching television again.
I say, "Do you want to watch another movie?"
She replies, "Yeah. Rocky Horror Picture Show."

Moving in was a *****.
Three tiny flights of stairs.
Night three and we finally had dinner.
Macaroni and cheese on the floor.
I was sad for the first few months.
Crying on the futon.
Crying in my bed.
Crying on the floor.
Crying in the shower.
Crying on your shoulder.
Netflix, Redbox, and Cooltv.
Dragging bags of clothes to the laundry room.
You and Cody played guitar.
We had a live show every night.
You wrote beautiful music.
And stopped singing if I cried.
Turning conversations into poetry.
You introduced me to Becca.
Little did I know, she'd be my best friend.
Getting drunk.
Getting high.
Smoking out of bongs.
Smoking joints.
Smoking bowls.
Smoking blunts.
Trying to find something to smoke.
The light in the bathroom stopped working.
We had to smack it for it to turn on.
That stopped working too.
The candle caught on fire.
Your drunk friend threw it into the sink.
I almost killed him.
We slept together sometimes.
We slept apart.
We slept with other people.
I took out my dreads to make myself feel better.
Shang was in West Virginia the whole time.
But he was in the living room every day.
We rolled...so many times.
Laughing at everything.
Going on toilet paper missions.
The futon broke.
New rule: no *** on the futon.
Playing Circle of Death, we got to know each other.
The ring of beer stains around the coffee table.
Bats chirping right outside my window.
We discovered our super powers.
I don't remember my birthday party.
The Christmas party.
Justin got me drunk on white Russians.
Slow dancing with Brian.
Mouth ****.
Jello shots.
You never carved the turkey cookie.
New Year's Eve someone kicked in the door.
It was broken for months.
The next few months were the last ones.
I didn't want to leave.
The apartment was our home.
We ****** up, we grew up, we threw up.
There's no place home.

The media bias
The way you hear it
Is the way you feel
The news is only news
Because it's on the news
Only witnesses should tell the story
The media by us

She loved her mother.
She had been in love.
She'd had her heart broken.
She loved her friends.
She liked to smoke.
She enjoyed reading.
She enjoyed learning.
She believed in kindness.
She loved music.
She was only half a person.
She hated to be alone.
She was emotional.
She loved deeply.
She had no one that was hers.
She cherished her memories.
She liked to take pictures.
She remembered the unimportant.
She forgot everything.
She gave up on a lot of things.
She wasn't beautiful.
She cried a lot.
She was compassionate.
She wanted more.
She knew something was missing.
She hated herself sometimes.
She knew a lot things.
She didn't know much.
She got her diploma.
She continued her education.
She left her soul mate because she wasn't his.
She loved her best friend.
She didn't eat animals.
She loved her brothers.
She had tattoos.
She hated her job.
She got caught with marijuana.
She didn't go to jail.
She disliked the government.
She appreciated the small things in life.
She loved to laugh.
She knew she was mortal.
She didn't like to think about death.
She didn't know what to do with her life.
She could do a lot of things.

The sky is violet and no one knows.
It's the purple that purple was meant to be.
Brighter than plum and more perfect than grape.
It's violet like the way it feels for that person to touch you.
Light can come from their fingertips and shock your skin.
That kind of purple.
It holds a softness more beautiful than silk.
It's so royal and lovely that you know it's going to destroy us all.

It started before we knew
what was happening.
When we were young and
everything seemed so far away.
We assumed the future would stay put,
while we still moved.
The world doesn't work that way.
We're beyond that point now.
We're beyond our first cars and
the could-this-be-it relationships.
We've passed that age where we see
ourselves always in that age.
Where time stands still and
we still float along.
Time is our greatest foe.
He ticks away our minutes in a way
that deceives us into believing
that it will never end.

I like giraffes.
It's funny when they drink.

I don't care for orange.
I don't know why.
It doesn't excite me.
I don't expect it to excite me.

Rainbows are okay.
They're pretty cool.
When I see one,
I always say
Hey! There's a rainbow.

I like pillows.
They're comfy.
My pillow is the comfiest.

Zebras are melancholy.

One
You were the first boy I let touch me and that's all it ever was.

Two
I learned how I didn't want to be treated from you.
I can't even remember how you ****** me.
It's almost like it never happened.

Three
I was so in love with you but you didn't care.
Every time you came I hoped you'd love me a little more.
But I was just another faceless place to put your ****.

Four
I felt as though I'd known you my whole life.
You were my best friend.
You still are and I don't know what that means.

Five
It was an accident and never should have happened.
We should have stayed friends without benefits.

Six
There was something about you.
If only things had been different.
You probably could have been more than just my boss.

Seven
We never talked about it back then.
We were just friends that had *** when you were drunk.
Years later, we didn't need to keep it a secret from each other.

Eight
I wish I had never met you.
I can't even remember those two years.
You ruined them.

Nine
I loved you, but you loved your wife more.
*******. **** her. **** Arizona.

Ten
We could have been great friends.
We dated instead.
I like to ****.
You like to ******* in the shower.
We barely had anything in common.

Eleven
We needed each other.
You seemed to think I was such a good person.
So good that you had to get away fast.

Twelve
It was fun and I didn't have to love you.

Thirteen
The fantasy of you was so much better than the real thing.

Fourteen
I could have loved you.
You never wanted that.
Everything you said was probably a lie.
I don't even know if that's true.

We didn't even know.
Aliens.
We're probably descendants of aliens.
They made us.
Skeleton heads on Mars.
There was warfare.
We're killing each other off.
Science experiments.
Mice in a cage.
Your cage.
Your planet?