these rare weekends

In the fast-paced life of a grad student –or indeed, of any adult– weekends are the holy grail, coveted and kind of magical.

I’ll keep writing.

Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties. In vague chronological order. i i stripped myself of all regrets and sterilized my life of guilt the world lacks the strength to hold me i am a ghost in my own city ii if you are a monster,…

cinderella: origins

i was born dishonest looking for some trouble in the silence. i was born wanting but perfect they tell me shut up, be quiet: look pretty, be steady don’t come and revolutionize but in my head i knew i had plenty of life left to fuck up and demonize. there are rhythms in my head…