A vision of a chartreuse Spring

There was Rebecca, and Stephanie, and the blonde—what was her name? We were sitting there outside Le Politique on a cool Spring day sharing a bottle of rosé with you, Lucy. Rebecca was oft too hungover to dance, it’s no wonder she abdicated without further grandeur to greener pastures on her Sunday afternoons. Stephanie had her baby, and then another, life got full. The blonde—what … Continue reading A vision of a chartreuse Spring

Retirement

I don’t know what it was about today that inspired me to press send, to write the message I’d crafted fragments of for weeks. I noticed when the emails stopped, don’t think I didn’t. I know I’ve been a poor correspondent. Perhaps it’s all this god damned growth. This year’s lengthy list of demands so that I may pass freely out the other side. 29 … Continue reading Retirement

thoughts i had some months ago, i believe accompanied with wine

Do you ever want to disappear? You, reader. Warm blooded human I’ve never met. Do you ever reach impasses in the road where it might just feel easier to quickly and quietly dissolve into the ether? Do you ever feel the cartilage that separates the ideal from the reality rubbing against your new skin? Doesn’t it sometimes just feel worthwhile to cut it out completely? … Continue reading thoughts i had some months ago, i believe accompanied with wine

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I’ve never been a recognizable person. The baby pictures don’t match the little girl, who resembles nothing of the teenager, and the adult that emerged doesn’t look in any way related to the rest of them. Some people have a ley line through their lives. They’ve always looked like their families and they’ve always looked like themselves, and I’ve always been a person – it … Continue reading 28

Loops

Silver Lining by Rilo Kiley was my chorus after I left. It was the relentless chant in my mind before I did. Maybe there’s more. Maybe some people don’t feel confined to small rooms. Maybe some people aren’t scared in their own homes. Maybe some people don’t wake up with a racing heart. Maybe some people listen to the screaming of their souls. Maybe I’m … Continue reading Loops

there is a way to everything you want

I don’t remember when I got the fortune. I don’t remember the meal that precipitated it. I barely remember that moment in time. But I always kept my fortunes, even if they were laughably disenchanting. This one was perfect in its simplicity and its absolution: There is a way to everything you want. It was sitting loosely on my fridge when you first saw it. … Continue reading there is a way to everything you want