present

there is something exquisitely and emotionally eviscerating about exploring one’s own ridiculous reaction to the realization i am here and not here i go unnoticed but yet i am painfully present i am one among hundreds i appear as other so i am (in)visible i am (im)possible i stop in the middle and they file…

escape

i knock the last of my iced coffee back like it’s a whiskey shot grimace at the bitter taste of the brew diluted with coconut almond milk i got a lot to get done today and so i toss a chaser of water down my gullet not even bothering to swish my teeth this is…

the test

do you want to take a dna test with me? she said it as if it were the most romantic thing and nowadays, perhaps it is no, not for the i’m-not-your-second-cousin-twice-removed reassurance rather, just for the fun of it, the intimacy of swabbing the inner cheek and sending it off in an envelope the ironic…

pitcher

it may be an antique but really, i couldn’t tell you its origins it’s just been sitting on the shelf since that one day when i cracked the edge carelessly tried to cover it up with rubber cement and my talent for putting broken things together   (physical things, but not as yet my own…