We Would Wear Hats
My mom loved a good brunch. So many religious holidays that we absolutely did not observe, but dammit we were gonna eat. And she was not down for some bullshit brunch, my mother was bougie as hell and would make us dress up and go to the fanciest place in whatever town we were living in for their holiday-inspired offerings. I remember there was a … Continue reading We Would Wear Hats
2.4.14
Not sure how many times I’ve said that date out loud. A lot. Every day for awhile. Once or twice a week for years. Now it just sits silently on my tongue, a date that won’t be forgotten, a date that means something really only to me. Even still, I’d argue that 2.4.14 impacted a bunch of people in my life, whether they knew it … Continue reading 2.4.14
Hoping Against Hope
Yet again another year gone by, and the lines in my hands get slightly deeper. My smile slightly cloudy, my gaze a little more worn. This world can be too much to bear at times, all the blood and beauty juxtaposed for us all in 6.1 inches, right now, this minute. It’s been a weight this year. And yet I can’t help but find this … Continue reading Hoping Against Hope
Feels So Different
Shuhada’ Sadaqat was what she preferred. But I think we all knew the young woman who was Sinéad O’Connor better. At least I did. I was seventeen when The Lion and the Cobra came out, and you can imagine what seventeen-year-old me – in love with being heartbroken, screamy on the inside, and hopelessly devoted to anything that was slightly alternative – thought of this … Continue reading Feels So Different
On the Come Up
A 4:45am alarm, an hour-long drive, a hastily eaten $17 breakfast sandwich at PHL and a stuffed-to-the-gills gate is prelude to what will be a 6 hour flight. I might as well be flying to the UK, it’s so far. Sometimes it’s hard to fathom that we drove from one coast to another, literally, in 6 days. Five? I can’t remember now. I’ve asked the gate agents if there are … Continue reading On the Come Up
Here is the House
It’s the last night in this house, Shirley Ann Place, the house with my mother’s name, the tiny house in which we fell apart all the way and broke in a million pieces and slowly put ourselves back together again like a vase that was meant to be broken. We cried and screamed and had sex and the neighbors heard all. Trash being taken out … Continue reading Here is the House
Maximum Effort
What kind of bullshit math equation is gun + gun = life? What kind of even bullshittier math equation is no/not great job = no health care = death? Continue reading Maximum Effort
Twelve.
We got married in Aries season. Fitting. Our love has been so into itself for a long long time. It’s been brash and brazen, loud, loyal, strong, and all the things I never thought I would find or that I deserved. When I met you, I never thought anyone had ever made me laugh the way you did. Still do. When I met you, you … Continue reading Twelve.
Just Under the Wire
7 minutes to go and I have never felt more lost. New year, same me, same mess, same mistakes. Have I grown at all? Regressed? This isn’t really even a post – the blank screen has not been big enough in the latter part of 2021 to contain all my emotion. 5 minutes to go. Time is a construct. We make it up. All there … Continue reading Just Under the Wire
Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
Reading aja’s words likeswords slicing through honey how can i not be Influencedmovedignited and softened in the same breaththe question i meant to ask isdo i have the right nothing makes me special, wounded i bear only the lightest scar, it rests in the corneri wear my ignorance like an itching sweater, wanting to return ithow can i listen dream rest killwith you not wanting … Continue reading Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
Pocketful of Venom 
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