Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
It’s been over six years now, since I last spoke to my father: mid-summer, July 15th, 2014. I was in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and he was lying on a gurney at a funeral home — dead as a doornail. To hide the incisions of his autopsy, the back Read more
Who uses the word mistress Outdated. Antiquated. A state of old. Like you. Why not choose someone younger than me This I might deem justifiable. Sort of If such a thing exists in all things betrayal I’m not so much older than you What if justifiable was a Trophy Wife Read more
I don’t whine about hunger the wayother kids do when they’re given an apple, or told to wait until dinner, or told to waitwhen they’re stomping their feet while mommy and daddy examine the Halloween candies for razor blades and cyanide:I fucking whine. Everyday it’s deviled ham with mayonnaise—with mayonnaise, mayonnaise, mayonnaise—enough goddamn mayonnaise to make Read more
I was about 21 years old when I began studying for a degree. Disinterested in furthering my education, it was not my wish, but my mother convinced me I would be a failure in life if I didn’t study. As I already believed I was a failure, going to university Read more
What if my dystopia is your heaven, my utopia your hell?We’re not on the same page, darlingMay I still call you that?You said it could never happen hereIsn’t that what the Germans said of Hitler?Where did they think his anti-semantic rants would lead?Darling, I know in your heart the idea Read more
i know the day hard words crashed like a meteor against your heart now you hide your edgesafraid they’ll catch the light this is the coldthe distanceof space if only i could breathe hereand speak of the stardust in your bones if only i could peel past my skinto show you my scars living Read more
I wanted to keep playing Kick the Can, but the other girls said they were too hot, and it was getting too dark, and they were tired from running and didn’t want to be surprised like that anymore. We were sweating. So were the boys. It was an almost-summer Sunday Read more
We seem to be speaking two languages. My NOgets lost in your translation and you hear, “Yes!” My NOhas embeddedin your headas “Yes, Yes,Take Me Now!”So you doas you thinkI wish. You take melike little boyswith their action figures.Pose my handsand feetto leap and fly,then crash brokenat your feet. You play and playand play, eyesand Read more
