Those secret, shameful habits of yours
intermittent powerlessness
Is loneliness, too, a manufactured disease?
real life was happening far away, in someone else’s dream
Tranquility and possibility
I bring fire and pestilence
calm calamities
Where you’re supposed to be
What you can live without
Once a year I like to destroy my life
We had sex a second time
touch me, virtually
joyous, reckless spontaneity
Being bad isn’t always easy
I quit January
That nagging temptation to give it all up
Being a sloth can be exhausting
What I read and loved in 2019