Self-hating English major, to another self-hating English major: You’ve come up with such creative ways to hate your body.
Overheard while bra shopping
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I Let Myself Fall
“They will dig at our bones as we did the dinosaurs’. And when they find yours and my bones twisted up in each other, they will create a great creature out of us.”
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Surviving Suburbia: Places Worth the Uber Ride
In suburbia, there isn’t much to do except go out to eat. Here are some spots a little further from campus that are worth the fifteen-dollar Uber.
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Still Race
A burgundy ant scampers along an iron windowsill, weaves manically around bits of old dust as if they’re skyscrapers. Dust picks up, sometimes, when the train car door opens. Makes me sneeze. Take a bite from my organic wrap – hand-packed the way my mother does it. Her mother would wrap grape leaves around loaves…
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One Last Kiwi Summer
“Today I am a disposable torso, a hipbone, a back: drained of your attraction.”
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La La Land: A Retrospective One Decade Later
Revisiting Damien Chazelle’s La La Land as a eulogy for lost dreams of Technicolor.
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Things I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You
When I was five, I stole five dollars from your bedside table, but I felt too guilty to spend it. When we went through the house, I took your favorite wallet and put the five dollars in it. I went to the bank to get pennies because you always had pennies in your wallet. Having…
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