given love
“we give the love we think we deserve.”
well,
fuck that,
give the love
that you want to be given to you.
“we give the love we think we deserve.”
well,
fuck that,
give the love
that you want to be given to you.
Deeply personal and unabashedly confessional, Dirty Socks and Pine Needles deftly stitches the fractals of memory into something resembling a heirloom quilt – torn, ragged, stained and deeply loved.
my book of short stories is being published by sibling rivalry press. the release date is 06.01.2012.
buy millions and millions of copies and give them out to everyone in the world.
“When I was a child, I memorized my mother’s hands as she folded clothes.
My favorite smell is clean laundry, because
it reminds me of my mother and Saturdays spent at the laundry mat watching my clothes tumble
instead of in the living room watching cartoons.
Everything is gonna be all right, she would sing in soap bubbles.”
“my mother,” Dirty Socks and Pine Needles
Resonate
Transform
Hurt
Twerq
One inch punch
Kiss
Nibble
Bite
More
Paint
Pain
Yes
Sigh
Giver
Transform
Fuck
Cum
Caress
dogs on leashes
bloodletting leeches
let’s all take midday naps
house cats play in house bands
my dream house is made of sand
i don’t know how to swim
nobody understands
what it is to exist as
anything other than themselves
I collect moments like I would seashells,
raising them to the sky so that they block out
the beach sun and the shining eroded stars
embedded in their small crevices wink down
at me. I blow into them, tasting their sweet
saltiness, and listen to the ocean that resides,
singing, in them. I collect moments like
I would seashells.
Where do they go
those slivers of me and you
that we forced into each other
late July?