surreal
TagTwo Stories
At the end of my first day as a senior, I report to the band room for music class.
The Fruit Fly is In A Sentimental Mood
After Morgan dipped out, the fruit fly moved into my apartment in Columbia Heights D.C. to live with me.
Facets of the Gemstone in the Pocket of my Raincoat
Everything been going away from me a long time, like a ripple.
sometimes transphobia is beautiful
my life ended the day i saw that pink, maybe purple-haired, “girl”.
Doll, Dole, Dollar
….I was a cucumber … was a grape … was a pickle …
Gnaw wood
Leaning against my bathroom sink in the morning, I noticed for the first time how the light shone right through my hair, creating a wispy halo.
Eden when God is away
ecause they’re given to impulse and to dilly dally they were angry and starving and like cracked out procrastinating the chow down.
TRILOGIE
After my life imploded, I thought things would eventually get better. They didn’t.
How I Decide to be You is Perfectly Understandable
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was chain-smoking. I had paced a trail to oblivion in the floor of the apartment.
We Grind Bones
Frost in the windowpanes, an icy gust in the morning. It only gets colder when the sun rises.