I’m hitting my vape while he’s being vulnerable.

I started talking like a retired showgirl in a ruined by cigarettes raspy voice and asking my mom things like ‘what good is Tom without some of Dick and Harry on the side?’

His friends document their lives incessantly. Shots of grand scenery from lookout points. Screenshots of their heart rates and macros.

“We’re watching Bluey,” I say. “And we’re starving,”

There she was, deep in a Lexapro/cocaine induced blackout.

I sit in my flat and stare at my phone and try to weigh up the risks of calling, weigh up my own exhaustion with life

In Materialist MEDICINE in Literature with G you’re talking about the construction of the actual institution of SICKNESS. Like, if you have to take PILLS every day are you really CURED?

I most certainly am not acting out, I inform Mom via ESP, as she silently bids me to exercise her extolled virtue of impulse control. Across from us at the dinner table looms a leering lech

At first, Grandpa thought a hawk had dropped a rabbit on Dad's head.

The drive to Connecticut was easy. There were hardly any other cars on the road. It was foggy and grey and the highway seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of me. The governor had warned against

Tell me the child remembers her mother.

I am always wearing one of Freddy’s shirts. They are worn in perfectly and covered with jazz players on the front or artists that older people always recognize—artists I don’t really know anything about.

i keep love around like a shirt i hope i’ll fit into again someday

“If you want, we can try to unlock the phone using your dad’s thumb.”

"Do it," I heard myself say.

I ignored it when he admitted he had cheated on all of his girlfriends, and I ignored it when he became quickly angry over something small. I ignored the red flags

Mostly we ordered in pizza and put on slow music that looped and stayed on your rug until our pleasures panged together.

and partly because she went to Yale and married the class president and blasts the socials with pics of their exotic vacations and announcements of their children’s accomplishments

This is what I was waiting for. I all but cry, but I don’t.

My sister once said that I was uninteresting because I lacked an original wound.

I should have asked John why he was so unhappy. I should have done more than write that stupid note that was all about me and nothing about him.

"The letters shake me up because they are written by regular, everyday teenage girls from across the nation," he said.

I pushed open the door and he was the only guy inside, about to unzip at the far urinal.

I had come out just a year or two prior, and anal sex was new. Nobody taught me anything.

I taste cigarette in her mouth.

When we met, I was dazzled by how easily she surrendered to her desire. She’d wake up late and order breakfast from the store down the street, roll in late to work and not think twice.