this doesn’t feel like life yet.
I have to make this pretending look real.
Something big happens in this house and no one will say a thing. We always just continue on, pretending that everything is fine.
What we talk about when we talk about literature: week of September 13, 2020
I didn’t realize I was writing a book of stories until very late in the game.
it was part salvation, part hangover
People are a puzzle mystery a void I’ve studied seek to understand the names I’m called why I am the odd one the weird one.
Knees and elbows pop up then submerge. She can’t tell whose limbs are whose.
What we talk about when we talk about literature: week of September 6, 2020
Just because we do not fit the majority, it should not mean we are any lesser.