Pretty girl, there is no string. No boy or girl coming with a ring. Just the one on your pinky from your parent’s marriage, dissolved, your dad’s been dead eleven years this July, and there’s no him coming back, either. There is no great career, (“She loved what she did,” as they lower the casket), […]
Read More No World For The TakingIt is so fucking scary, being an intake care coordinator, or an advertising analyst, or whatever the fuck else title they can throw at you to collect a W2 and make you feel like you’re doing something with your life when really you’re just getting fucked no foreplay by a job that pays you negative […]
Read More “God, I’m Your Child, Too.”Two ex’s meet again in Hell and have a conversation about The Decision Makers.
Read More Y’all Don’t Got Purgatory?The billionaires are building bunkers, and I’m bleeding onto the sidewalk. This is the rat race, soul-striking: spoiled milk in your coffee, candles cause cancer, and there’s Parkinson’s in the country-club grass. Arsenic’s in tampons and it is against the law to die pregnant and they can’t find a control group for microplastics, honestly; oh, […]
Read More This is Not a Wedding in the DarkI fight with “christians” in the comment section on the internet, and I think Jesus would, too, if I’m being perfectly honest. I think he’d lose himself in losing, often, (in likes and quick comebacks) on Facebook with racists who can’t spell and Tiktok with jaded girls who are strikingly pretty but sick, sinking, in […]
Read More Jesus Would Be 5’8 & Hate The FanbaseMy brother says, “I’ll call you right back, Krys,” but he doesn’t. Cloud-colored in the checkout line, I nod to the clerk, spikes in her subtlety as she watches me scan a Covid test, no mask. Lady, I’m trying my best. And the thought isn’t lined with defense or defeat, (we say so much more […]
Read More I Don’t Want To Be An Administrative Assistant, I Want To Take Over The WorldA summer Wednesday in August; all the breath in the world vanished as I hunched violet, choking, drinking in everyone’s colors. All the breath in the world. It was The Volturi leading all those tourists to their deaths, where they tore their necks open, a blood bath. My favorite person on the planet died bleeding […]
Read More Panic Attack At A Teacher’s ConventionI like the drafts better. I like when the words live unsewn, can walk off the bus at a rest stop two hours from their destination, stretch this way and that, bend the calves, and I like when people have no idea what I’m talking about. “Teaching, is it?” He asked, lighting a cigarette. But […]
Read More Draft:From The Notes AppI stumble through life alone, in the store, trying sunglasses on. And fuck if people don’t hate when you’re pathless, happy, when all the milligrams add up to driving 95 and not thinking “crash.” When the coast and the long tapered candles and the watered down wine is enough. Your mind, the cat, both so […]
Read More Cry About ItFour years waiting for Change and then one day, It knocked politely, but I was lackadaisical getting to the door. I always am, taking the knuckles of any egg-less neighbor or soul-saving missionary or Pest Control Specialist as intrusive, punishable. What good was having a door if people knocked on it? “Just a minute!” I […]
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