30. boop
Powdered sugar and painted light, I wish us all a warm-soul night. Painted dream, and powdered day, I wish us all a love-blessed way. Continue reading 30. boop
Category: stream of consciousness
27. a thinkaloud
I took a page of Lizzie’s book today and, when stuck, borrowed a prompt from the Promptosaur. My prompt was about being an ambassador— if I became a household name, what types of products would I want to promote? I would not want to be a household name. There’s something about the echo of it, the telephone-game of it. One day, you step outside into … Continue reading 27. a thinkaloud
22. redecorating
I want my room to boop your nose when you walk in. I want the yellow curtain to lava the walls and warm you. I want you warm sand safe, barefoot and brave, grinning into the volcano light. I want you to see everything I love, on the shelves, and in the mirror. I want you to see how well it all has loved me … Continue reading 22. redecorating
frog
We only think frogs say ribbit because it is the dialect of a Hollywood frog. They made it to the movies, to the big screen, to the big time, and now their croak is immortalized. I don’t know why I’m thinking about frogs. It’s something about how my face feels right now. Clenched, wrinkled, and toady. Oh. I’m thinking about toads. It’s been long and … Continue reading frog
7. sick day
A longjohn day.A long yawn day.A jaw-pop, face-crunchyawn day. A long day. A full-body-ice-packsore bone day. A sorbet day.A stay-in-bedand lean-off-the-edge-to-scoop-the-cold-day. A cold-turkeyback-away-from-the-ledgeday. A back-against-the-wall day,a hide-from-the-grind day, a body and mind day. Your throat is a littlehoarse.Your awake,a little tired.You don’t have a feveryet,but your body holdsthe heat over you like theSword of Damocles. You wait for the fall.This happens in the autumn. It’s … Continue reading 7. sick day
thunder & nano
Tonight the sky is costumed as the ocean, dripping wet and thundering. The ocean is a louder place than we tend to remember, but the sky does not forget. It’s the details that make the costume. I used to live a thimble’s distance from the ocean, and now I live a shotglass away. It is far enough to lose sight of the border, until nights … Continue reading thunder & nano
swish
My hair is long enough now that it can hold itself up if I tie it right. Before tiny clots slipped into my brain and dented the hardware, this would have been impossible, length or no. My hair was slippery soft then, resistant to anything that wasn’t a beeline freefall. I could coil the strands around a silently burning cylinder and, for a second, the … Continue reading swish
beware of mouse
I find myself in a type of day that I have not had in weeks. The sun is barking through my window blinds. My hair is clean because my hot water is working enough to wash it thoroughly. And it is quiet. I don’t know why construction isn’t resuming today, why the apartment below me isn’t playing a symphony of slam and swear, but it … Continue reading beware of mouse
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