Tag: about me

Forgotten, dismissed, discarded, boxed, and buried. There are so many things I need to let go of...

My Ritalin is making me tired.

Fairy tale tropes for a midwestern gothic are tantalizingly familiar, and when I think of home I see them all, their archetypes and allegories, characters we connect with in a malaise not beyond a garden wall, but right here, with us— in a place of enervated belief and heuristic magic.

You cannot have your cake donut and eat it, too.

…if I'm going to be connected to you, I'm going to be connected to *you*— crooked teeth and lightning bolts, birthmarks and bent dicks, whatever you've got, I'm okay with it. And I need you to be okay with me, because most of the things that I don't like about my prison of flesh aren't