I only wear glasses when there’s nothing else to do
Images become crisp
The fine print and the fine lines revealed

I prefer soft edges
Lying images
Not seeing what I already know

My first book, SOB, is coming out Aug 16 and I’ve had to put my glesses to edit my life (afterall, my writing is my life in all the gory, misplaced, and obsurd detail). Putting this book together has been an execise in self-voodoo. And you know how much I like to needle myself. It’s been practice for allowing my fatal flaws to shine while simultaneously absorbing what bleak light I have left.

Reliving so many experiences both exhilerating and disturbing and letting you in on it is totally twisted. All of which is to say, buy my damn book. Be my voyeurs.

Let’s SOB it out together.

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