January 2011
4 posts
I write like David Foster Wallace →
well, that’s flattering
to the lovers in the library
i hope you made it safely back to her dorm room with your matching clarinets placed neatly by the door (next to your shoes) so you can take your clothes off in the dark and fumble around for 20 minutes before realizing you had never done anything like this on the farm. you both get nervous and decide to stick to whispering as i’m throwing bricks through my own windows because i still...