let me tell you all the ways I love you: first is the way

August first: this is the first time in nine years that I am not sad on her birthday.
you and I are standing under a summer storm
the desert kind that don’t come often enough, but when they do they come hard and fast

If I could write you a goodbye is a poem in my newsest poetry collection, The Worst of Me.

If there is one thing I learned this summer, it’s to : go where the love is. Sometimes, it’s right under your feet. Other times, it’s an open door.

I love a good road trip. This summer I decided to head to my home state of Utah to visit. I always carry a gallon of water in my car when I travel, because you never know, and this is the conversation I had with the clerk…

maybe one day august won’t feel like this

every summer the reaper comes and asks me,
how would you like to die?

one day you’re going to look back and
think goddamn I wish I had that and

men without god are like foxes, they say

suck
squeeze
bang
blow

take down the fences
then give her the key so she

how to behave:
rip the hem of your dress