frightfully wondrous things happen here.
Last night wasn’t the first night of un-sleep, but it was the first night I took medicine for it. Medicine that decided I needed awakeness more than it needed to do its job. I got out bed to write instead, but it was too cold, too dark. Earlier in the day, it had been too […]
Read MoreWhen I research my symptoms, the internet tells me I am super stressed. When I trade my necklace for a tarot reading, the stranger tells me that I am incredibly stressed. In my dream, I am meeting a group of people. It’s a little windy and I am pulling on my blazer as I walk. […]
Read MoreI let the things I need to say sit in my throat because I think I can cough them out. I let the words I meant to give sit on my lips because I think I can kiss them away. I let the things I think about build up, until the pile is something I […]
Read MoreMy family kept gallon cans of shortening in the kitchen. Mama would ask us to grease the pans, and we would– washing our hands only to dip them directly into the condensed oil. My hands are very sensitive. I don’t enjoy touching most things, and I never enjoyed the chore. The lids were hard to […]
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