Tagged night

Insomnia

This is bare-breasted vulnerability. This is not wearing a bra today because I slept in, and my chest needed a break. My ribs did not hear that TED talk about the importance of opening up. This sensation cannot be kept in Tupperware, for later. It rots over time. Not shelf-stable, not even stable stable. It’s…

Down the Fire Escape

As a child, I lived in a vanilla-milkshake world, so contented with spoon in hand and straw to my lips, numbed by the creamy-cold goodness. Everything was so unsoiled, the tidy streets lined with tidy houses and all the tidy tots as me played in the chaste sand of colorless boxes. All the sixteen summer,…