“In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full. That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.”
“Quiet night. Silence at full capacity. Noiselessness is spilling over like a coffee cup full of jock cock. In a contact sport I’ve got to protect my genitals.”
“In my closet I have boxes and boxes of secrets. These boxes are all empty, and that’s how you know they’re filled with secrets.”
“I tried to wear my shirt while it was still on the hanger. That’s just the kind of morning person I am with no coffee.”
“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”
“When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.”