Purpose in Purses

2.26.2019. hoarding all of my assumed necessities in a pink Coach bag. where’s my vape? she asked. leaning against a table as two heavy Kate Spades smack me, their blonde owners rush towards smiling faces. i slip away from the table, and return to another hit by another Kate whose owner is a tall, hostile

the human experience

6.20.2019. location: bored, sitting on a bar stool. we’re all licking the same bottle of beer. having epiphanies on love. thinking out of lust. same eyes, peeking at things in grandeur. i love the Idea, not the reality. politics matter! bullshitting to deflect in all circumstances. let me tell you a funny story: i am

Burden

stay quiet in fear you may actually be seen. shout harsh words, spitting into the air like punches may be thrown. still a scared, scarred little girl controlling her commanding attention now. thinking before speaking: aren’t I wise? an analytical rant, followed by an ignorant and privileged aside. canibesmallercanibesmallercani anywhere that will seize me up