The day he left we sat barefoot in the dirt, leaning against an orange blanket, waiting. He dug his hand under my shirt, resting it beneath my bra strap. He said he loved me. Or he called me beautiful. They were the same to him. I remember him smelling like laundry detergent, his feet making… Continue reading cheery rainbow piece
I love him. He smells like jasmine. Jasmine -- that's what I call him and he lets me; he smiles. I'm the only one he lets, even though all the other girls try. He said it’s okay if we never do that. I told animal thinking it might shame him, but he only touched me… Continue reading imagine thick jasmine surrounding you
photo originally uploaded by Emily Ruth. *** dear s. i wonder about the things that made you lose yourself in darkness. how did it feel when you were drifting? did you try to fight it or did you want it to envelop you so that you didn't have to hurt anymore? i understand why you… Continue reading come back to me
photo originally uploaded by Pockafwye. *** a little girl used to being her own playdate tried to fry an egg on the sidewalk the yellow yolk dancing on the pavement with petals that had abandoned a daisy. away from the heat and their spouses, a man and woman showered together, shyly wiping soap bubbles off… Continue reading burnt fried over hard abandonment
my old apartment had a spot on the living room floor that radiated warmth. it probably was in close proximity to a radiator in the apartment below mine, but i liked to think that it existed for the sheer pleasure of my feet's touch. i would trace my feet along its boundaries, feel the divide… Continue reading you always seem to escape me
this piece appears in Slice Magazine. yay for me. *** i saw the coolest kid last week. i was tired, cranky, and starting to get sick from my need to sneak food into the library (quietly eating away amidst super germs). i was studying for microbiology online, trying to concentrate, but it was very difficult… Continue reading the coolest kid
