keeping ghosts
I had pairs of cleats that sat in my closet unused but moved from dorm room to college house and so forth, because I couldn’t imagine getting rid of my Neymars I saved all my babysitting money for.
I Wish You The Best
He’s practically glowing, all the way up to the top of his balding head.
Confessions of a Wannabe Activist
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
On Buying a Chair
I lie and say that I’ve bought chairs and they’ll take a while to ship. The dust settles in my cart again.
Nine Feet from the Ground
The battalion chief tells me real home intruders “don’t fuck up this badly.”
A Love Letter to December
I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.
A Reunion in Six Parts
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
I Was Wrong About My Family
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
Haunted by a Question
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
We Sent Your Car to Live On a Farm
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.
