I’m the Hot Potato

I am not proud of how I behave in public. I don’t ever feel like myself. I am the star of the world’s least sexy peep show. I fumble. I try and fail to speak to you in French. There are about a billion eyes on me, and I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ACT. ThisContinue reading “I’m the Hot Potato”

Are You a Writer?

You could write every day. You could write every other day. You could write once a week. You could write once a month. You could go years without writing. You could have no set schedule for writing. You could stretch out your writing schedule, see how far it bends before breaking. You could pause whileContinue reading “Are You a Writer?”

I Started With a Tiger

I am a little pink pillow with a tiger on it. One of my feet is a circle. It’s the foot that’s raised. It was sewn from memory. I posted this tiger illustration on DeviantArt in high school, and you commented to say, “I want this as a poster to hang on my wall”. ForContinue reading “I Started With a Tiger”

Cherry Pie

Content note: this piece contains gory imagery symbolizing heartbreak. It’s easy to get distracted. It’s easy to start consuming. It’s easy for everything to become confusing. It’s easy to mistake typing for writing. It’s easy to forget how to write, but it’s just as easy to remember (in theory). I’m easy, some would say, yetContinue reading “Cherry Pie”

Red Mug

Content note: this piece contains references to death and the COVID-19 pandemic. I pour myself a cup of coffee in a red mug from the place they started taking me when I was a baby. I pour myself a cup of coffee from the place with the hill where I ran, tumbled, and lost my ice-creamContinue reading “Red Mug”