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, hostileContinue reading “Purpose in Purses”

Shadow

11.21.18 I’m in a mood, I say. But this underlying chaos rises too close every time I speak. I’m just tired, I think. Clouds of puffy smoke dance inside of me, leaning against the Exit. I spot my shadow. She is impatient. She is a warrior, ready for this stagnancy to pass. Slow and steady,Continue reading “Shadow”

M.A. (A Stray)

My anxiety softly touches my hair in an attempt to soothe my worries. My anxiety says dark things, half-seriously, in an attempt to make things light. I see a stray, Daisy, and she yells upon sight. She comes close, and sees I am a flower, too. We walk on, led by the sunlight. My anxietyContinue reading “M.A. (A Stray)”