We all love thrift stores like we all love the scent of stale capitalism and dressing up in someone else’s addiction. We all love to play the salesman casting irony on the wool sweater and the postfeminism name pins that say Ask me about my smile. If I shoplifted a thrift store would America …
Your Most Transcendent Ice Cream Experience
It is not quite evening in the early days of summer & your bare thighs are on my mother’s deck furniture. You tell me how conventional wisdom has steered you wrong and how sunburns remind you of your parents' divorce & I think about the night I took you out for ice cream and later …
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Drink a beer. Describe the taste.
i’d like to meet a person who takes pride in this country and isn’t corrupt or overeducated and underemployed yet still willing to spend 9 bucks on an IPA because they know there’s something so delicate about porches and dizzy the slow and the white the IPA tastes like privilege rebelled - sunny …
Write from this quote from Claude Levi-Strauss, “I am the place in which something has occurred.”
I am the fallout of a sunny day in September. I am in debt from listening to lectures spewed from the mouths of journalism professors who openly admit to being cynical about the jobs I’m applying for. But what options do I have with student loan payments and journalism being what it is today? …
What Nobody Has Ever Said To You
Hey, wanna be on my basketball team? Wanna join my fantasy league? Could you grab that for me? Top shelf. Thanks. Hey, would it be alright if I holler obscenities from the car window and make you feel unsafe in your own neighborhood? Is it cool if I denounce your full potential and blame it …
The Never-Ending Breakup
We’ve seen each other two and a half times since we broke up eleven days ago for the third time since winter. We make these arrangements to meet on Facebook Messenger as if that’s somehow less personal, as if we’re really putting in an effort to try to be strangers. I no longer know the …
Why Those Shoes
The bleary-eyed boys, a quarter century old, caged in by time: the impending prime of their life, nearly skip over the pile of misc. leather shoes whose matches may be buried in Auschwitz or Dachau or in another pile in another museum or in the fertile soil of the collective memory, but instead they pause, …
Making Soup
Blankets beckon the rain, and I indulge in a half-dozed dream state, giving my mind a good stretch into the far corners. I keep an ear on the weather: the cloud, the gloom, the shadow cast waking in a large bed alone, the mid-autumn grey, when it all sinks just a little. Things get quieter …
Describe Nearly Drowning
Bodies float alive on the Dead Sea. The Atlantic is an opaque ocean of dead bodies, and I’m gasping for breaths in between. Twenty three, the therapist diagnosed me. And there’s pills for that, he said. So I became an island nestled between salt and a hard place. Western medicine dehydrates my faith in humanity. …
A Guilty Pleasure
Girls who pull off camo Bummin' cigs off Cheeto Barnes & Noble Seth Cohen Eating pasta with my fingers Not wearing shoes in the summer Winning a car merge Running away: The soles of my feet are callused So my heart doesn’t have to be. As a rule: Before I drown in …
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