I don’t tell my story for you.
I don’t tell my story for you. A myth of struggle, the absolute vulnerability that comes with cracking myself wide open, a specimen placed under a microscope, suddenly splayed out for everyone’s opinions. I never asked for your judgment, nor did I ask for your pity. Does it make you Read more
DECLARATION
Are you getting a divorce? Are you a near-deranged insomniac? Is the woman of your dreams staying there, only in the dreams? Did your son complain of a stomach ache— the kind you only get when your father is leaving? Are you sick of leftovers? Barely eating, I assume? Alcohol Read more
Lust without limits
Frivolous beyond imagination, Sexy with wide intellect, I am lust with prejudice. Desires out of range, Caption with no words, I am a lust without limits. Puritan to the core, Raped by this earth, I am lust with rancor. Naturally siding with humanity, Moving shapes like snakes, I am lust Read more
Why I Can’t Stop Buying Things
As I looked down at the near-full perfume bottles, Shoes I haven’t worn since high school, Shirts that stopped fitting ten pounds ago, And dozens of pairs of panties, socks, and ripped hosiery, I realized why I can’t stop buying things—I don’t like myself very much. Paying for color analyses, Read more
For the Girl in Row 5
It’s easy money. Walk slowly, hands behind your back, checking no one is cheating. Up and down the rows of desks, quietly handing out tissues, pens. For a teacher of 5 year olds, exam invigilation with 16 year olds is a breeze. Some children look anxious, one girl is biting Read more
