A Story That Follows Going To A Strip Club For The First Time

Tonight I met this guy who was uncomfortably
comfortable with making generalizations and I was
too tired to smoke a beautiful blunt with him
by the time we arrived back in Caldwell. At my house,
I received my first graduate school
rejection and my left contact lens
fell in the toilet. I refilled my humidifier
and set my cell phone alarm. I [...]

Humid metaphors are probably foggy, too.

So it appears I only write in here when I crave definition, even if that definition is as sketchy as Disney’s Jungle Book, it’s definition nevertheless, but is it if no one reads this? Alas.
I’m pretty hungry right now, but I don’t feel like eating. I just wrote a poem and the process made me [...]