That afternoon I was trying to press my soft body up against something hard and rough, industrial but wearing human skin.
There is something that embarrasses me about the idea of someone discovering my body.
For the rest of my time on earth there are going to be days where I don’t love myself even after I have read an article titled ‘How I Finally Learned To Love Myself.’
The fourth time I go to Chicago we are already in Wisconsin before we slide into the Twitter dms of a writer we know from Tumblr and ask if we can sleep on his floor.
This is a poem for the duck in the water who thought I might have some bread.
If this were a book I were reading I would screenshot the section to a writer friend and say ‘lol that’s not how things work.’
You have to tell the universe “these are the motherfucking rules.”
April doesn’t have to be the cruelest month!
I’m falling behind in a very specific way that is available for everyone to witness.
I like to think of relationships as being all about me because that is all that I am in control of.