girls say LATER to boys who say NADER

(unless they look like James Spader) Hi! It’s been over a month since Poetariat’s last dispatch, so here are some brief notes in lieu of anything substantial: a) Smokehouse is working on what will be one of the greatest literary masterpieces of all time. You will see it if and when she decides you’re worthy …

early works, part I

Here are some poems I wrote when I was 11 or 12. The first one kind of peters out at the end. Fuck you, I was in sixth grade. It was probably my bedtime. The Refrygerator Refrygerator! Refrygerator! freezing bright In the kitchens of the night: What industrial gizmo or widget Could keep the meat …