she picked me up at four am

to make our way down to gettysburg

it was her idea

to try to distract me

from losing the best fuck i’d ever had

my best fuck said i fucked too hard

and was too aggressive

she didn’t like facefucking

or facials

and doggy hurt too much

maybe she wasn’t my best fuck

i’d ever had

but she was the only fuck

i’d ever had

the only fuck i’d ever had

who i wanted to fuck

...

she went to the edge of the dock

at lake champlain

i stayed back

about fifty feet away

and

watched as the wind

blew her blonde hair,

dirty blonde,

into her face

and she put her hood up

from her grey sweatshirt

and i watched her grey sweatshirt

wrinkle back and forth

back and forth

and she stared out at the water

and the wind picked up

more and more

more ...

the easiest way to get away with murder

is to tell someone

that they are gross

and

disgusting...

“i need to confess something.. i did it.

now, can you pass the wine?”

i passed it back to him

and

lit a cigarette

“i figured” i told him

“so just tell me the reason

that you did.”

“it happened so fast…”

“this isn’t a movie.”

“sorry. i know there is

no excuse,

but my innocence was lost

at such a young age

and

I hold that dear.”

“so you took

someone else’s?”

“I think it’s to try

to reclaim...

“Robbie Masso’s debut full-length poetry book “hangover days” is, in one word, raw. It is not for children, but for people with addiction, people with anxiety, people with depression, and people who are on the fringe of society. It is relatable to them, but scary for the majority.”

“Masso writes as if he matters more than the average man. He believes that the world revolves around himself, an unk...

we were walking on the beach

that i spent my childhood summer years at -

my family divided between new jersey and florida

- the beaches as divided between occupying states -

but this beach was my beach, this beach was the one far from home that felt more like home

where the shark’s teeth were bigger

and fill more of your jar

and the rain came every day at three o’clock, alerting you it was lunch/...

my biggest fear

when i was a kid

was being the guy

in his forties

in a band, singing

at a bar to no one

or worse

everyone

or worse

thinking you are

cool for it

i have seen a lot of them

and always worried

that maybe i myself

have kept my piercings

in for too long

maybe my jeans

should not have rips in them

anymore

maybe my hats

should stop being

backwards

maybe people view

my own poetry

a...

i was driving through

Rancho Cucamonga

on the highway past

the most beautiful scenery

i had ever seen

the sky was a coloring book blue

and the mountains

were red yellow orange green

and the serenity was so strong

i was surprised that there were

no car accidents

time was slow

or the highway was long

and it felt like it would never end

and i didn’t want it to

and without warning

a wal-mart appe...

I turned the key and opened the door to my dorm. My roommate had yet to arrive. I laid my backpack on the first bed, left of where you walk in, and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes. Relief rushed through my body faster than the Aerosmith ride at Disney. I finally got away. I was free. I could go by a different name if I wanted to. No one from my past could find me. I started to silently weep.

...

my body

shows where my mental

health resides

like

how you can tell

a mailman

from their calves

and a mechanic

from their forearms

if i am good

i lose a lot of weight

quickly

my veins show in my arms

and my nails are painted

if i am bad

my hair stays greasy

and my belly pushes

against my unfitted shirt

my face gets puffy

and dry

i cycle like the sun

in Antarctica

gaining weight for six m...