everything is weird. somehow we’re supposed to believe that it is precisely this lack of order that signals everything is happening exactly how it’s supposed to be. never in my life have I encountered such a senseless evolutionary disadvantage. for example, i’m pretty certain only things that are there should be able to move, or at the very least […]Read More On Things That Don’t Make Sense, Episode 1: Love
mama. never told me. of the darkness. that comes in waves. (invisible) god breaks. my ribs. exposed. (red) sunshine glitters. at an angle. off brown skin. (glory) blinds. white ladies. next to me. on the train. (ugly) pills. jangle. in my purse. (therapy) one to feel. alive. one to guide. me to sleep. (suicide) to love me. […]Read More Tears Seep through the Seat to the Tracks.