georgia says you're never coming back
God called me Fish Heart. Lily Mouth. I was an evening sort of girl. He liked me better ripped up, bar bathrooms, bar peanuts, skip the small talk. We’re both Adam. We’re both Eve. In the mornings, swallowing bait, swallowing nails, pulling apart the microwave, two forks and an empty socket. Baby, there is always a limit. Hours spent rubbing my belly, waiting for watermelon trees, or orange bushes, or flowers heavy with green apples. And now, this is what I can dissect: his fingers in the gut of the fish, his fingers in the core of the flower, always pulling. Like it wasn’t enough to feel, like He had to see, to know.
2 days ago | 710 notes

jimmy kimmel and jimmy fallon are different people…wow

3 days ago | 15 notes

no but drake is so fucking cute can he not

4 days ago | 4 notes

pretty sure i’m a piece of shit 

4 days ago | 16 notes
Anonymous: For Foyle, when they say they contact you directly if you're a winner, does that mean via phone or via email (esp. if you live in the U.S.)? thought you might know because ive seen your name on the past winners list :)

They email you, and they also send you a packet in the mail. G’luck!

5 days ago | 2 notes
Wishing I were bigger than these moments,
smothered in hands, passing through my old bodies,
shedding a luscious fur that drips from my shoulders
like a whore in a girlie magazine, wishing I were greater
than desire, so over its poesy whatever, wishing you hadn’t
left me in June, wishing you were here, kissing me goodbye
in the porch light. It’s a sweet montage, we’re laughing ugly
and smiling at each other,the night expanding like a lung.
So we drive with all the windows down,
grinning into the blue, legs crossed, not both of them mine,
the car sliding down the road like a streaming blotch
on a reel of film. Lying on Sol’s couch, soft and molted,
palming my phone, your phantom weight on my stomach,
trying to send this, hoping at the very least to startle you into love,
not love with me, but love as a verb,
hoping you’ll see the bullshit in that sentence,
regretting this already.
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Anonymous: HEY BAE I was reading your poems in PANK and it said your writing was recognized by Princeton- how? ur poems give me life in this desert. ILY <3 <3 <3

heyo bb 

http://www.princeton.edu/arts/lewis_center/high-school-contests/leonard-milberg-53/ <—— through that!!!

ty ily!!!!!!!! <3

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