N * U * T * J * O * B

a couple sitting on a bench

a sketch on great dejection

and so to receive you

blanketed by a citrus smile

conversation with an ex girlfriend

hands across america

I guess what I wanted was

I killed sylvia plath

I look at young girls now

I miss your touch

I'm a bad person

in time of plague

liquor and drugs

lovers for lilly

paramount, ny, 9:34am

so just kiss me

someone to know me

the boy in the plastic bubble

the inertia of a lonely heart

the strip, part 2

the tangled roots of willows

they all have boyfriends

things in common

those certain girls

too many nights

we have been called

you know who you are