MYTHOS tuesday nights: fold tiny paper birds smudged white ignore phone numbers i’ll never text tie off lovers like old stories with a string i’ll crown myself jeweled with flowers hide my face cross out the name of you like a to-do list make vows for tomorrow, to growl alone. NOTHING HAUNTS YOU LIKE A VISION it’s the older men the ones i let open me like rain water it’s the men i wanted to fuck turning me into their tobacco cologne it’s the final pause after a shuttered window it’s the moment i thought about loving myself but, i just walked through the night stumbling home. ONE NIGHT STAND i’m a good show runner —watch my waltz tongue — just smooth, no speed bumps; i want yr sheets to smell like me; i’m easy, for the right single malt; i’m sorry, did you think this was about you?; little fool; i like my sex like a cube of salt; it purses your lips long after it’s over; meaty; waiting to ripen; i’m not listening to what you say; i k...