I drove home from a date on the cusp of tears. I wanted to cry, but the interior flood gates remained shut. It seemed like a perfect moment to cry with the dreary scent of perfume and hairspray saturating the driver and passenger seats. The darkness weighed in and around me. An obnoxious amount of [...]
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Journal Entry: Eight
January 20th, 2019 Today I woke up at 9:30. I made coffee with my new french press and then I read in bed for a while. I did my first load of laundry today. The washing machine is puny. Around 12:15 I ate yogurt and granola. The woman from Italy Excel emailed me back and [...]
Journal Entry: Three
January 15th, 2019 I woke up at 4 a.m. and looked photo albums Denise left on the desk beside my bed. At 6:30, I heard Denise fumbling with the cappuccino machine in the kitchen. I ate a croissant with my coffee just like she said. At 8:00, Denise's driver, a man of roughly forty named [...]
Excerpt from “I’m A Virgin, Not A Hero”
"...I don’t drink pop unless I’m at a college party hosted by college boys. I’ve found that girls offer more options when they host. At least they provide a white wine or two. I took small, methodological sips of the Sprite and Malibu mixture. I had taken off my jean jacket and slunk it over [...]
When Goodness Crumbles
I don’t remember how often I’d cry. Maybe two or three times a week. Tears swelled behind my eyes like a sudden pregnancy of grief. Then, equally as fast, they were gone, drained from my system as if I had felt nothing at all. I didn’t know how sad I was until I left. Thinking [...]
Airport Heaven
I use to fall asleep mid prayer, trusting that a guardian angel would conclude the list of things I am grateful for. I use to fall asleep mid prayer, otherwise, I could not sleep. I was told to thank God for the things I do not want to wake up without. Waking up [...]
The Description of Details
I think about all the melted chocolate, all the stained purses. I think about the intricacies of naming. Calling it something. Call it dark or white or milk. Call it almond and honey. Traces of coconut. Call it pinched in sea salt. I think about use. I think about naive pillows, not knowing the weight [...]
