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November 6th
This morning I woke up at six am. The country was bleeding pomegranate red and I, so sure we'd be drinking in a giddy paradise blue, stared blankly for minutes if not hours at the flashing computer screen.
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the definition of election day:
sitting in bed close to 7 am waiting for the election tracker to light up.
sitting in bed close to 8 am doomscrolling through election websites knowing it's all futile now.
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cold realizations at 7:46 am on election day
no matter what we pray,
no matter what we cry,
no matter what the news anchors deadpan
away,
no matter what the truth is,
no matter the color of the sky,
no matter the eleven years i've waited
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not
every day my friend asks me
how many days.
every day my answer shrinks
and we shudder
willing ourselves to believe in light and truth and good
but can't help whispering
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first breakup
you were the first person my age i'd ever met
who loved The Simpsons as much as i did.
you nodded when i said i was secretly Lisa Simpson,
or maybe Hermione Granger,
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heartbreak
you'd think i'd hate the way i'm bleeding
out
through the cracks in my heart
but it's an exhalation,
relief
because the worst part is when you
turn
away from me and the worst part is when you
Loves
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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May 4th
It was kindergarten
specifically May 4th, 2018, to be exact
we had just moved into our new house
I had been at the after-school program that day
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Grapefruit spindrift
There's a grapefruit spindrift on the kitchen island where I’m sitting. The digital clock at the top of my Mac Book Air screen reads 9:16 p.m.
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Two Birds and No Stone
Don’t kill my birds.
Tommy pays taxes.
April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.
They have dreams.
They have a 401k.
They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest
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The View
Only those looking were stunned silent.
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Group Project: Create a Community
How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home,