“Happy Thanksgiving,” Carl said.     
“Speak for yourself, scumbag,” a burly, bearded man in the front row replied.

My lovers strain and headache, all junkies,a midnight tightrope act in spurs, uncouth,feet suspended down into black, pinkiesup. Yours or mine? I want it in the mouth.

The big red nightmare dog terrorizes our town. We all despise and live in fear of this giant beast who blocks out the sun and deprives us of light. “The gargantuan mutt is everywhere,” the children ask, “but where is God?”

I used to think it was cool how good Uncle Rick was at skimboarding, how into it he was. He had a rap about it – Zen and the art of skimboarding.

“Uh-oh.”

“What—what is it?”

“I’ve travestied myself.”

“Umm…”

Then a small, vegan star

Arrived, lived

i remember. not wearing sexy panties. then wearing sexy panties. cuz i was grown. and my thighs. and between. glorious purple lace. i saw. possessed

I’m 14, in the back of my parents’ Toyota Camry. My mom is driving me and a friend home from a rehearsal of Hansel and Gretel.

Dig, if you will, this picture: me, as a teenage boy standing in front of my suburban classmates, who wear glazed-over expressions of bewilderment and don’t know whether to laugh with me or at me.

I won’t wear purple as an old man.

Instead, I say purple is for growing,

Because the world is cold-calling you now,

and somewhere the potential of a groove

We rode in his little red Corvette,

while seeing the most beautiful girl in the world.