kinda sorta right now please and thanks.
When an entire drawer of your dresser is no longer enough to house your bras you know you have a problem…
when they told me
make homes out of people
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t own
but when i turned to show you
there was only quiet
and my roots
from around your ribcage
A 1950s ice cold whisky dispenser.
“Why were you homeless?”
“It just got to a point where my mom couldn’t maintain anymore. The sad part was that it was during high school. So I had to keep it a secret. Cause, you know, it’s high school.”
Applying for jobs… rewriting babysitter as “childcare provider”. I hate myself for this.
Karen Thompson Walker, The Age of Miracles
Well that ruined my day.