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I’m seven, and this is the way that I eat celery. I crack it in half down its spine and then peel the translucent skin off. Then, I’ll peel the long fibers out and eat them one by one followed by a final crunch. I’m really good at biting apples. Fujis are my favorite, and Continue reading

It’s the warm cinnamon raisin toast with butter. Peanut butter for some protein. Delightful. Delectable. Warm. Filling. Slightly sweet. I’m rushing out the door with it and I’m seven, it’s time for school. But also I’m 24 and it’s time to drive to work. I don’t like tying my shoes, I’ve got toast in one Continue reading

March: in like a lion, out like a lamb. oh god, Art aunt. I’m fucking praying you’re right. Please. Continue reading

I dreamt that it was summer, and I was at a Victorian style house for some sort of fancy competition. I don’t remember what the event was, just that I was a young, somewhat respectable woman of the middle class. I went to use their restroom when I noticed that the latch on their window Continue reading

I dreamt we were in a submarine. Mom, dad and I were watching a movie about these famous chefs who were sinking in their own submarine. They shoved cook books under their doors to try to stop the torrential flow of water. My parents laughed. But my feet were wet. There’s nothing to worry about, Continue reading

Probably the worst day in a while. Prozac can fucking suck my wiggly dick. Luckily I’ve got my buddies to back me up, but this entire day has been ROUGH. Traveling to the airport plus new medications plus girlfriend on a trip plus the stress of seeing old family… just an hour and a half Continue reading

Didn’t think I’d take her being gone so hard. (she’s not gone gone, she’s just away and I’m headed on a trip soon too). I shivered in my empty bed for hours before finally fitfully falling asleep at 3 this morning. She was just in my arms a few hours ago. I miss you, she Continue reading

My nose piercings are tender and red. I think they’re called irritation bumps. The internet says they formed because of a lot of different reasons. It’s the different soap, it’s the anxiety, it’s the birth control, it’s the unwashed bedsheets, it’s the depression, it’s the way she was bright pink with my blood when I Continue reading

Something happened on the boat today and I don’t know but it feels big. It shocked me when she said it. I don’t know how much is her and how much is her illness. I can’t ask her to change something she can’t change herself. But the very thing she does hurts others by shocking Continue reading

We were coiling ropes up when I had the thought that they were angry. Hard kinks and twisted bodies. Writhing on the deck… like a snake. Maybe the snakes I dream of are actually ropes. Ropes around my ankles. Those were frigid and damp and salty. My fingers were numb after un-kinking their forms. I Continue reading