You aren’t funny.

I keep looking around corners to see if I’m still me. That I’m okay. I always approach a corner like a ninja to avoid unnecessary shocks or catastrophic emotions that would be difficult to unfeel. Sometimes corners look innocent, a perfect seam merging two paths into a buttery, harmonious edge. …

I don’t want to get a heart or thumb’s up when I share my feeings anymore. I don’t want to see that dispassionate heart coming back to me. It says you didn’t care enough to use letters. It’s not enough. We are choking our dreams with emojis, suffocating our emotions…

You are too white, too arrogant, too lost to see the truth

I found some memories of me on an old styrofoam cup. I forgot I kept that cup. It had perfectly sized bite marks all the way around the rim, petrified over time by the benzene and styrene oozing into the dimples as I had chewed around its perimeter. It had…

Spend your soul.

DO17 I ordered some ribbon on Amazon for a project destined to be a magnificant objet d’art. My intentions were not the best because I knew my track record for magnificent art looked a lot like Charlie Brown’s record for good dates with Lucy. …

I got a deck of cards for Christmas. They looked like regular, standard issue playing cards at first glance. I could smell cheesy, salty trans fat snacks of Frito-Lay and taste the heavily poured whiskey sours that were light on the sour. I heard the laughter of card table sarcasm…

I asked the universe to deliver my man to me. Two days later, the universe tossed these two onto my shoreline. These two translates into the Frenchman and the Brit who materialized close to same time but arrived in different cars. The Frenchman sent his missive by casually sliding into…