I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by Mira Gonzalez 


                Mira Gonzalez describes life from a logical point of view. Throughout these poems she brings up recurring themes of drugs, alcohol, eating, sex and loneliness. Sex and loneliness can be the same thing. 

                Language used is hyper-specific. By using simple language Mira Gonzalez is able to describe deeper emotions. In order to accurately convey her feelings of loneliness which is not the same thing as sadness she describes the most mundane events of parties or waking up in the afternoon. History of her surroundings comes up. Sitting in her car becomes a comfortable experience. Disappointment rears its ugly head from relationships to an inability to breastfeed a small child. 

                One instance Mira wants to be a clam that buries itself under the sand. Every clam that buries itself makes a choice, to choose to disengage with its surrounding. Benefits of hiding are rampant for a clam. Seagulls have a harder time finding clams under the sand. Hence when a seagull needs a quick snack it will pick another clam, to fly up to the sun with and drop on the ground. The seagull will do this over and over again until the clam’s shell cracks. Mira later acknowledges these dead clams stating a piece of sand is not a piece of sand but a part of a dead clam shell. 

Creatures like the clam die so unremarkably that few notice. Hence the dead clam’s carcass blends into the sand itself a symbol of infinity. People try to avoid this feeling of the afterlife’s insignificance by building graveyards. People believe if they bury themselves in a large well-mowed green field that they will have lasting power. This assumption is false. Death is just part of life. Acceptance of the cycle of life is probably the hardest thing to understand. Some people fear death for their whole life. Those people never really live. Mira watches graveyards from the comfort of her car because she has jar coffee to finish. Outside of her car things are less knowable. She likes the security of being alone. Loneliness while sad has benefits like an extreme sense of calm. 

                Relationships bring something different than calm. Mira analyzes the people. A few times Mira meets a total weirdo like a guy afraid of elevators. That guy is afraid of commitment like ejaculating onto Mira’s stomach. That guy seems completely messed up. Moments occur where Mira wants to be as small as a little fairy guiding a person around. With great tininess comes little responsibility. Shrinking down into the size of nothing reduces the need to have anybody pay attention. Mira would nurture an earlobe relationship. Earlobes are the sweetest parts of a person’s body. Earlobes are the welcome mats of the ears. 

                Mira Gonzalez understands that being alone is fine. This is why much of the book deals with specific body parts, bones, hands, tip of the nose, back of the ear. Bodies are the most anxiety ridden things people have. ‘I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together’ is the low-level anxiety of life perfected to an art form.

I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by Mira Gonzalez

                Mira Gonzalez describes life from a logical point of view. Throughout these poems she brings up recurring themes of drugs, alcohol, eating, sex and loneliness. Sex and loneliness can be the same thing. 

                Language used is hyper-specific. By using simple language Mira Gonzalez is able to describe deeper emotions. In order to accurately convey her feelings of loneliness which is not the same thing as sadness she describes the most mundane events of parties or waking up in the afternoon. History of her surroundings comes up. Sitting in her car becomes a comfortable experience. Disappointment rears its ugly head from relationships to an inability to breastfeed a small child. 

                One instance Mira wants to be a clam that buries itself under the sand. Every clam that buries itself makes a choice, to choose to disengage with its surrounding. Benefits of hiding are rampant for a clam. Seagulls have a harder time finding clams under the sand. Hence when a seagull needs a quick snack it will pick another clam, to fly up to the sun with and drop on the ground. The seagull will do this over and over again until the clam’s shell cracks. Mira later acknowledges these dead clams stating a piece of sand is not a piece of sand but a part of a dead clam shell. 

Creatures like the clam die so unremarkably that few notice. Hence the dead clam’s carcass blends into the sand itself a symbol of infinity. People try to avoid this feeling of the afterlife’s insignificance by building graveyards. People believe if they bury themselves in a large well-mowed green field that they will have lasting power. This assumption is false. Death is just part of life. Acceptance of the cycle of life is probably the hardest thing to understand. Some people fear death for their whole life. Those people never really live. Mira watches graveyards from the comfort of her car because she has jar coffee to finish. Outside of her car things are less knowable. She likes the security of being alone. Loneliness while sad has benefits like an extreme sense of calm. 

                Relationships bring something different than calm. Mira analyzes the people. A few times Mira meets a total weirdo like a guy afraid of elevators. That guy is afraid of commitment like ejaculating onto Mira’s stomach. That guy seems completely messed up. Moments occur where Mira wants to be as small as a little fairy guiding a person around. With great tininess comes little responsibility. Shrinking down into the size of nothing reduces the need to have anybody pay attention. Mira would nurture an earlobe relationship. Earlobes are the sweetest parts of a person’s body. Earlobes are the welcome mats of the ears. 

                Mira Gonzalez understands that being alone is fine. This is why much of the book deals with specific body parts, bones, hands, tip of the nose, back of the ear. Bodies are the most anxiety ridden things people have. ‘I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together’ is the low-level anxiety of life perfected to an art form.

Selections from Willis Plummer’s Twitter by Willis Plummer, Edited by Mira Gonzalez



                What a man, what a man, what a man, what a very fine Willis Plummer. There is no need to say it again now. Willis Plummer has officially ‘made it’ with this life-altering appearance on Muumuu House. Many have been wowed and won over by his epic, drug-induced, mustache-referencing tweets. At this point in alt lit twitter selections count as some sort of ‘collection of letters’ because who writes letters anymore. In real life nobody can like or re-tweet a letter. Such things are heavily personal and on the internet it is never personal. Most of the internet, when it does un-follows states it is not personal simply professional, implying ‘twitter ratios’ that must be maintained. 

                The collection starts chronologically to see the tortured mind of a mustachioed miscreant. Willis contemplates his own death. Live-tweeting generally does not happen at funerals but there is always a ‘first time’ for everything. Hashtags on twitter are an important way to bring attention to one and partake in a corporate-sponsored decision. Or it could simply be a ‘trending topic’ which is equally scary, if not scarier. People on twitter can be terrifying things. Impulse tweets on twitter show the portrait of the user as an unredeemed asshole. Thankfully Willis Plummer makes twitter a better place. 

                Summertime shows some serious scary vibes. No man needs breast implants, not when food exists. There is also the ‘sitting in an office blankly staring at a computer screen’ regimen which really helps put on those pounds. At other points Willis looks up what the point might be to having such a tiny sauce pan. Clearly he has never fed a fairy. That’s why his mustache weighs him down. Facial hair in general prevents smiling and laughter. Santa Claus only laughs because he does a ton of drugs. 

                That’s certainly Willis’s plan. Xanax takes up a large majority of his tweets. Many have written extensively about Xanax, including Tao Lin some alt lit bro. Getting a MacArthur grant to surf the internet sure would be grand. Unfortunately the MacArthur committee realized it was foolish to give out grants to people surfing the internet. Carles of Hipster Runoff fame still lives off of his MacArthur grant because he rarely needs sunlight or food anymore. Poor Willis can’t remember the last time he didn’t take drugs. Are drugs the new hugs? This is scary. Brave New World is here and people are lining up just to get down. 

                Mira Gonzalez edited these lovely tweets together. She certainly has a way with her careful selections, focusing on the funniest and bleakest tweets. Together Mira and Willis form an unstoppable duo that has never met.

Selections from Willis Plummer’s Twitter by Willis Plummer, Edited by Mira Gonzalez

                What a man, what a man, what a man, what a very fine Willis Plummer. There is no need to say it again now. Willis Plummer has officially ‘made it’ with this life-altering appearance on Muumuu House. Many have been wowed and won over by his epic, drug-induced, mustache-referencing tweets. At this point in alt lit twitter selections count as some sort of ‘collection of letters’ because who writes letters anymore. In real life nobody can like or re-tweet a letter. Such things are heavily personal and on the internet it is never personal. Most of the internet, when it does un-follows states it is not personal simply professional, implying ‘twitter ratios’ that must be maintained. 

                The collection starts chronologically to see the tortured mind of a mustachioed miscreant. Willis contemplates his own death. Live-tweeting generally does not happen at funerals but there is always a ‘first time’ for everything. Hashtags on twitter are an important way to bring attention to one and partake in a corporate-sponsored decision. Or it could simply be a ‘trending topic’ which is equally scary, if not scarier. People on twitter can be terrifying things. Impulse tweets on twitter show the portrait of the user as an unredeemed asshole. Thankfully Willis Plummer makes twitter a better place. 

                Summertime shows some serious scary vibes. No man needs breast implants, not when food exists. There is also the ‘sitting in an office blankly staring at a computer screen’ regimen which really helps put on those pounds. At other points Willis looks up what the point might be to having such a tiny sauce pan. Clearly he has never fed a fairy. That’s why his mustache weighs him down. Facial hair in general prevents smiling and laughter. Santa Claus only laughs because he does a ton of drugs. 

                That’s certainly Willis’s plan. Xanax takes up a large majority of his tweets. Many have written extensively about Xanax, including Tao Lin some alt lit bro. Getting a MacArthur grant to surf the internet sure would be grand. Unfortunately the MacArthur committee realized it was foolish to give out grants to people surfing the internet. Carles of Hipster Runoff fame still lives off of his MacArthur grant because he rarely needs sunlight or food anymore. Poor Willis can’t remember the last time he didn’t take drugs. Are drugs the new hugs? This is scary. Brave New World is here and people are lining up just to get down. 

                Mira Gonzalez edited these lovely tweets together. She certainly has a way with her careful selections, focusing on the funniest and bleakest tweets. Together Mira and Willis form an unstoppable duo that has never met.

Two Poems by Mira Gonzalez



               Mira Gonzalez lives the sloth life. Waking up at 2 PM is sloth-like. Drinking at 3 PM may be out of control. People who drink that early in the day are party people, if it is done on a regular basis. An occasional afternoon buzz can be a good thing. These are the sorts of things to do in moderation. Remember balance. Moderation creates balance and balance creates calm. Wonder about that guy’s party. Why is an expectant father out partying it up with cute literary types like Mira? He is probably preparing to be a cool dad. But whatever these things are normal for a Friday. Out of all days of the week Fridays are the least stable, with all the hope and pent-all anxiety from the week released in a single night. It is before the weekend happens and disappoints. Usually dates happen on Fridays for the same reason, to start something new like a relationship or whatever people do nowadays. 

                Relationships are crazy, lazy things. After enough time they can become complacent. Generally it is a good idea to maintain good relationships with former sex partners. If the friendship is maintained that means a free wedding invite later on in life. Seeing someone who you used to have sex with getting married is one of the most conflicted experiences one can have in life. On one hand you figure ‘Oh cool I got to have sex with them without a wedding or a plan or anything’. On the other hand there’s a whole ‘Oh I wonder what would have happened if I had a plan of some sort rather than drifting aimlessly through life’. 

                Depression is a fish one can catch. Since the fish is depressed and indifferent about life, it doesn’t care if it gets caught or anything. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. And that fish only lived to go to school, gaining liberal arts major and eventually settling into a boring yet pleasant 9 to 5 job in a painfully unsexy suburb near a major metropolitan area. 

                The sea comes up a lot in these two poems. Mira feels like 400 dead jellyfish on the freeway. Poor jellyfish, they never got caught by Spongebob on his frequent ‘jelly-fishing’ excursions. On the beach she touches a crab, a sea urchin, and a squishy thing. The squishy thing was a sloth heart, busy soaking up the sun’s rays, trying to get progressively less EMO. Good thing she took all those Red Bulls. Every time somebody drinks that many Red Bulls time tends to speed up.

                Mira Gonzalez is probably the best thing to come out of California since that other thing.

Two Poems by Mira Gonzalez

               Mira Gonzalez lives the sloth life. Waking up at 2 PM is sloth-like. Drinking at 3 PM may be out of control. People who drink that early in the day are party people, if it is done on a regular basis. An occasional afternoon buzz can be a good thing. These are the sorts of things to do in moderation. Remember balance. Moderation creates balance and balance creates calm. Wonder about that guy’s party. Why is an expectant father out partying it up with cute literary types like Mira? He is probably preparing to be a cool dad. But whatever these things are normal for a Friday. Out of all days of the week Fridays are the least stable, with all the hope and pent-all anxiety from the week released in a single night. It is before the weekend happens and disappoints. Usually dates happen on Fridays for the same reason, to start something new like a relationship or whatever people do nowadays. 

                Relationships are crazy, lazy things. After enough time they can become complacent. Generally it is a good idea to maintain good relationships with former sex partners. If the friendship is maintained that means a free wedding invite later on in life. Seeing someone who you used to have sex with getting married is one of the most conflicted experiences one can have in life. On one hand you figure ‘Oh cool I got to have sex with them without a wedding or a plan or anything’. On the other hand there’s a whole ‘Oh I wonder what would have happened if I had a plan of some sort rather than drifting aimlessly through life’. 

                Depression is a fish one can catch. Since the fish is depressed and indifferent about life, it doesn’t care if it gets caught or anything. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. And that fish only lived to go to school, gaining liberal arts major and eventually settling into a boring yet pleasant 9 to 5 job in a painfully unsexy suburb near a major metropolitan area. 

                The sea comes up a lot in these two poems. Mira feels like 400 dead jellyfish on the freeway. Poor jellyfish, they never got caught by Spongebob on his frequent ‘jelly-fishing’ excursions. On the beach she touches a crab, a sea urchin, and a squishy thing. The squishy thing was a sloth heart, busy soaking up the sun’s rays, trying to get progressively less EMO. Good thing she took all those Red Bulls. Every time somebody drinks that many Red Bulls time tends to speed up.

                Mira Gonzalez is probably the best thing to come out of California since that other thing.