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Lucky in Love, Part 2
You heartbreaker you I’m shrieking tears streaming down my cheeks trails where you and all the rest have rendered me helpless. Here’s the thing. There was an edge in your voice… How…
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Come I
Come. Die with me a little. The lampshade was tilted at an acute angle so that the glare of humiliation was undeniable. I talked to a Potential Suitor (PS) last night. He…
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Escape Unnecessary
The sentiment of another writer, whose name was never captured and so escape was unnecessary: If I could get passed my frontal lobe, all would be well. Yesterday, the cosmos aligned in such a…
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Sake
fragility, fickleness, fucking brittleness time and space fucking for alliteration’s sake the words and the meaning undefined even to the one who writes them we are empty vessels slaves to the words and…
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Misc. I
My friends say If you like him, run. I just don’t have the energy to keep up with the men anymore. I’m sure I could find you a date if you weren’t so picky…
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On Not Advocating Shit
I’m pretty sure my shit smells worse than yours. My friend said she didn’t want to be that girl. I told her not to worry, I had been that girl undercover for years.…
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the Classics
We’re in a café. No, we’re in a warehouse where fish used to be processed that someone turned into a coffee house. A rustic, modern, pretentious little coffee house where we sit. We…