I took her to Walmart so she could mosey around the aisles. She uses the shopping carts for balance, taking her time with each step. At 98, she doesn't get out much. Her feet hurt, and it's nearly impossible to find shoes that don't make the pain worse. Years of dancing have left her with … Continue reading Slow Down
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“Used To It”
Fifteen minutes. That’s how fast the delivery driver got me my medicine. The house is quiet. I’m alone, sitting on my bed, switching between eating gummy bears and popping each pill out of the aluminum sheets. A couple years ago when I was in the U.S., I remember trying to pick up this prescription. I … Continue reading “Used To It”
Film School Friend
He was as southern boy as a southern boy gets, gay as all get out, but loved women so much he still slept with them. We met in film school. He wore daisy dukes with cowboy boots and colorful glasses, drove a convertible red Mustang, chewed gum, smoked cigarettes, and blasted Britney Spears. His accent … Continue reading Film School Friend
Anonymous
A perfect day,Almost. Perfect for me,When I’m reminded perfection is false, I’m reminded that I have feeling,that stretches further than myself. And just as my day marked a new beginning, I saw an unapologetic period stamped on yours. Because nothing feels as real as seeing your strange, lifeless body covered by a sheet,And nothing feels … Continue reading Anonymous
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 