I met two twins, each named Dakota. I nicknamed the older one North, and the younger one I called—you guessed it—Cock Tease.

“I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up…”

“Somewhere, on some sidewalk, is a piece of gum with my shoe’s imprint patterned…”

“Night—it’s the only thing that will cover up one of my black moods. Good thing …”

“May you fall on a fork and get eaten by a cannibal.”