Happy Birthday
Isabelle Newson
In a house, lungs are the window. Organs, vases on shelves in rooms. Visitors are light.
It was over by the apples where I noticed her. She was reaching for a Braeburn, smelling it, and when she looked to her right, I saw her face. Pretty. Pale skin and dark eyes. So familiar.
Where
One day we were instructed to pair up for a meditation. Our mats were side by side
In a house, lungs are the window. Organs, vases on shelves in rooms. Visitors are light.
they’re starting to appeal to women
who had written them off as lunatics.
That night, I spent hours scrolling reels on Instagram. I stopped to watch a monkey on skis.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub