Waiting for mike

 Walking home with a dozen eggs and nothing else. Stops in front of a pet groomer. $15 self service full wash. He thinks that's a pretty good deal if you don't want to just do it at home. Its 7 AM and those young adults are still drinking and having a good time. They must have stayed up all night, unless they got up very early to laugh and have a good time, but that seems unlikely.   He remembers Zoe last night and how condescending she was to him. Fucking bitch, who does she think she is? He makes more money than her. He has more expensive clothes, drives a more expensive car, his house is bigger. He has more friends and closer ones too. Who the fuck does that bitch think she is condescending him? She has a rich daddy and works in a retail store for fun. She is invested in no stock and doesn't even have a credit card. Her only redeeming quality is that she's fuckable, and she wears that shit in. The entire town and the next one over has fucked her. He should text her a...

I keep forgetting to save things for myself, for tomorrow  I use them all up today just to get to sleep I've got some mighty expensive habits I keep forgetting where I am I keep cultivating an inward perspective of me I hold it sacred and protect it at all costs Do not burst my bubble, do not impede I climb up the mountain one peak at a time The view keeps getting better and better Fresh air rushes in my nostrils and sweeps by my face You should have re-returned while I still had a chance Underrated, the re-return Double back, act before you think Act swiftly and do not doubt your moves You did the best you could in those moments I keep waiting for some big monumental thing to happen But they are happening every second They are small, and form into a whole You better not leave me on this dirt road You better not kick me out of the car I'd have to hitchhike back into town Look at me, take me in Because it's the last time you'll see me while i still love you Next time, yo...

me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you

Shackled to the stairwell, neither up nor down In a middle place, a place of vague indifference Finally clear enough to recalibrate my sights So much to live for, but not remembering all of the reasons Entranced in a fugue state, not nimble enough to deny myself The camera is on and i can feel everyone watching me But they are not really watching I'm on in the background breaking the fourth wall, screaming into the screen And they change the channel, perhaps something better is on

By Nomad girl For nomad girl   There is a girl in the world named Kayla, and I don’t know where she is off to now. If I had 10 guesses I don’t know I’d get within 100 miles. She was right with the wind, hopscotching her way across the pavement. She couldn’t stand to be in the same place for more than a week at a time. She denied herself any comfort or rest, she had to be moving on and moving on and moving on. Maybe she was in San Francisco where she’s from. Maybe she found herself on a farm in Kansas, she could be married to a ranch hand by now. Likely she’s somewhere “en route”. A few people have caught a glimpse of her, she is like a little bug flying across your peripheral. Maybe you could focus on her for a second, but before you know it she’s gone, and you’re squinting to the distance for the little spec. I caught her in a jar only for a second. We both pressed our faces against the glass. I must have looked like a giant. Because I know she looked miniature. Catch and release,...

I first saw her outside of Zooks Books. I was across the street at Cafe Lift getting breakfast with Donovan. Usually at that time I would still be sleeping, but i hadn't been able to drift off the night before. So at dawn I had to stop kidding myself and give up that i would sleep at all. Insomnia was becoming routine. At least twice a week I'd lay awake, staring at the uneven paint on my ceiling. I rarely ate breakfast, but I'd been craving Cafe Lifts pancakes for days. Plus Donovan worked nights at a club nearby, and i knew at about 6:00 he would be finishing up, likely famished and looking for decent company.  We sat and talked as he inhaled his full English breakfast, and I ate my short stack of pancakes.    "you drown your pancakes in syrup" Donovan said    "doesn't everyone? And butter for that matter"  I grabbed the little ramekin of butter and added it to my plate.   "why are you up so early?" he asked  I stuffed a big ...