errands

I’m thinking about my next move. in every which way — location, job, post-grad education (mom keeps asking when I’ll get my M.B.A.), relationship status (cousins keep asking if I know how to talk to girls yet), and even the small things. like, my haircut and wardrobe. I’m still not sure what my style is,

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

peace is wished

sometimes it’s hard to see people as they are. with all this light, comes shadow energy that we choose to ignore. because love doesn’t know darkness. despite the snakes circling around our purity, peace is wished for them. and for me.