Little Ghost
I am unsure of whether we remembered to lock the front door.
I am unsure of whether we remembered to lock the front door.
When the topic comes up in conversation, I pause before saying the word genocide.
There are days when it seems that all I can think about are people who have seemingly moved on from me.
I pictured the coyotes silently circling, their yellow eyes and bared teeth ready to make quick work of the nylon between us.
I’m haunted by Things That People Who Have Their Lives Together Should Do.
Some movies you watch over and over with friends to feel good. This is not one of those.
The whole ride there, I’m begging God to hold the cake in his everlasting arms.
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Maybe I just need to get into something nerdier, like styling cosplay wigs or long division.
Maybe I was a writer, but I hated the words.