I Wish You The Best
He’s practically glowing, all the way up to the top of his balding head.
He’s practically glowing, all the way up to the top of his balding head.
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
I lie and say that I’ve bought chairs and they’ll take a while to ship. The dust settles in my cart again.
The battalion chief tells me real home intruders “don’t fuck up this badly.”
I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.
I’ve seen plenty of rats, had many awkward bus rides, and barely missed more trains that I can count.