I show my students
the experiment of mixing...

To have
someone raise their eyebrows...

Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...

It's a crying toddler
that's not yours, but...

I simmer the onions,
cut the pepper and mushroom...

The sizzling sound
was sweated through the walls...

“Do you know why I
don’t think dying...

The scale measures
how deeply I hate myself...

I usually command you
to bear my burden...

Our dinner table has deep dishes
brimmed with poison and words and...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...

There once was a time
when I let...