Cynical and cyclical, time taunted my whole life; sibling-like. Not older, or younger, but the twin you absorbed in utero—who’s life you stole, watching you waste yours. The buttery waltz of defeat to it, gaudy and blatant; worth watching ’till the end. Spins you around, but he’s from outer space (he’s thirty three thousand twenty […]
Read More A Baked Birthday Cake WorldThe billionaires are building bunkers, and I’m bleeding onto the sidewalk. This is the rat race, soul-striking: spoiled milk in your coffee, candles cause cancer, and there’s Parkinson’s in the country-club grass. Arsenic’s in tampons and it is against the law to die pregnant and they can’t find a control group for microplastics, honestly; oh, […]
Read More This is Not a Wedding in the DarkFour years waiting for Change and then one day, It knocked politely, but I was lackadaisical getting to the door. I always am, taking the knuckles of any egg-less neighbor or soul-saving missionary or Pest Control Specialist as intrusive, punishable. What good was having a door if people knocked on it? “Just a minute!” I […]
Read More Microscopic Fights With Change, Personified[Ten Years Without My Dad] It’s July again, always July again. Suffocating and stifling. The kind of heat that kills those forgotten: little babies in cars, or homeless drunks, or people over a certain age with pre-existing health conditions too-slow getting their mail. It’s the inside of my apartment’s laundry room, more of a shed, […]
Read More It Never Gets Bettera wise woman once said “A crush is just a lack of information.” The night spoiled just like the wine had, and I thought about love, then, and all the nights I’d spent dreamy-eyed in Saint Augustine, convinced I was somebody’s soulmate. It was always by painstaking design, these times, of course no one ever […]
Read More On Limerence: I Have Never Been In Love, Just InaneThere is always an ending. I bow out early, into a lightning-cracked sky, before the show ends and the streets flood with coats on sidewalks, some patrons silently tender (her fingertips curl around her girlfriend’s arm as she leads them to the car), some dissatisfied (“twenty two and a half years, four kids, two houses, […]
Read More Love In The Age Of Not Wanting A BabyThe Eagles are undefeated and I need a coffee cardinally. (“I think you mean ‘carnally,’” someone corrects me. I double down:”I don’t. I mean, like, fundamentally, I need a coffee.” “Yeah, ‘carnally’ is related to appetite. That’s what you’re trying to say.” “We can literally use language however we want, leave me alone.”) It’s one o’clock […]
Read More Going Cowgirl Copper As The World EndsI sleep at my brother’s four times a year, now, and he gets on me for eating take-out on top of the guest bedroom comforter (“Who the fuck eats chocolate mousse cheesecake alone at two in the morning?“) and struggling with the lock in the middle of the night and not knowing how to work […]
Read More “It Drives You Crazy, Getting Old”Two ex’s meet again in Hell and have a conversation about The Decision Makers.
Read More Y’all Don’t Got Purgatory?I like the drafts better. I like when the words live unsewn, can walk off the bus at a rest stop two hours from their destination, stretch this way and that, bend the calves, and I like when people have no idea what I’m talking about. “Teaching, is it?” He asked, lighting a cigarette. But […]
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