Definitely one poet holdover is just being a magpie for weird
Ruth Madievsky’s debut novel All-Night Pharmacy has everything I want from a book: a toxic sister relationship, countless nights at a seedy LA nightclub, and an unexpected sapphic romance. After her
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
like HFCA is kind of artless manipulation
it’s not subtle
Things that make sense: plants, deer, video games, sushi, beer.
At night, we lay on unmoored mattresses, pressing hands over our eyes to block out spears of light from the street. We cursed our naked windows.
What the Mother wanted to show us might be different from what we wanted to see.
She feels bad for being taken aback before; she really is a very nice doctor.
How they stabbed me and got away with it!
I guess my approach is not to take myself too seriously, which sounds kind of dumb and obvious, and just to write the sort of book I most like to read, which is usually something heavy but also light on its feet, fast-paced and horny, and generally not too full of itself.
writing fiction in which people google things,
suffering in a very abstract way
trying very hard to shut the fuck up & failing
It’s a sin,
to desire different architecture, I’m told
I worried I had magically bloated between 9 a.m. and lunch time, even though I’d only eaten the prescribed six saltine crackers.
Fifteen years before my autism diagnosis - the year I chopped off all my hair with jagged scissors - I hid a not inconsequential baggie of hash in my dorm room closet. I was, as always, trying to
I know that I should be sad, or at least look sad, or somber, as I go through the things in Johnny’s room.
