An Increasingly Inebriated Stream of Consciousness
The concentration with which I watch the condensation collect on a full glass of beer at this bar is unmatched … Continue reading An Increasingly Inebriated Stream of Consciousness
Category: Personal
Nobody Cares If I Get Cut By Glass
Because it didn’t happen unless you tell people, conjuring up faux sentiments of your well-being from people who only know you for live-tweeting board meetings and pay-per-views. Those people don’t know that over eight or nine years, you’ve also groomed yourself into a pent-up single introvert who sometimes forgets it’s okay to invite people to do things with you. Continue reading Nobody Cares If I Get Cut By Glass
Lost Places — the Lesson of Versailles
Yet, she let herself walk away from the place of grandiose beauty, the symbol of centuries-old privilege, with such a staunch feeling of heedlessness. She didn’t even notice the estate growing smaller behind her — its golden scheme becoming narrower with each step until it blended in with the light of the sun, finally breaking through clouds. Continue reading Lost Places — the Lesson of Versailles
‘This has to stop now.’
I think about having a boyfriend, a man, a person, anyone, just showing up in my apartment, pulling me from my bed, bathing me, dressing me, and pushing me out into the sunlight. But nobody comes. Continue reading ‘This has to stop now.’
If We Got Our Shit Together
And the wondering … ensues as walls of oncoming traffic would in commotion with my standing forever blissfully in the left-hand turn lane. Life rushes by and my emotions are so near collision but just out of reach to really know that it’s cataclysmic. Continue reading If We Got Our Shit Together
You Were Mine and Then …
I get an infinitely vague sensation like you’d been holding me — one arm around my waist and the other up my back. Maybe at one point, you’d held me close enough that your breath rushed down my neck amid the slow, automated motion of your chest rising and falling. I can trace the very thread of memories as if I’d lived them until it all unravels in an instant. Continue reading You Were Mine and Then …
The Fine Art of Bed Making
There’s a certain way that you lay the sheets and quilts — perhaps more generously to one side — that … Continue reading The Fine Art of Bed Making
Coffeehouse Distractions
“You know her from the high school paper?” his companion asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “For me, it was just a thing. But she …” He paused. “She took it really far.”
I smiled to myself, realizing that someone had kept up inadvertently with my college journalism career. It was weird. Like all my hard work somehow mattered in a way other than just the obvious. There at Kaya, though alone in a corner, I felt seen. Continue reading Coffeehouse Distractions
Pent-Up Aching Rivers 