An Ode to Chad

I like Chad, like, like like chad, chad’s the kinda guy you like, like like, but like, not like like like because that would creep him out, like, like like like liking someone is something like Becky would do Becky’s…

A Memory Behind Sight:

Sniffing with eyes closed to reproduce the effect you knew four years ago:   Slice of intoxication. Swinging blindly. Falling asleep in willow arms. I’m more concerned with you than I am with myself. Four finger puppets dancing in the…