In the first week, we learned to use an assault rifle. They hung around our necks like a yoke, strapping us together like oxen as we marched two by two, pulling no load and ploughing no field and carrying empty weapons we were incapable of using.
Lifting Tupperware Lids
I see the maple-walnut cookies I ate last night, stretching across my ribs in a layer of fat which then pools in the pouch of my lower abdomen, collecting in the hips that swell over the band of the underwear that I bought during a time when I was thinner.
Why I must be suspicious of men
By all means, hit on strangers, but here are three things to be mindful of as you do so.
Classroom
Monkeys don’t speak English and the hairy little creatures with their tough young muscles swing around in their chairs, throwing excrement-coloured things and shrieking laughter.
I am a good person
I’m a good person. This week I downloaded an app where I can press a button and feed a hungry child.
On wearing shoes
I am not going to wear shoes anymore.
You and your mind maps
You and your mind maps, your arrows connecting colour-coded post-it notes on the kitchen floor letting you know what direction you’re going in so you can tell me through logical historical progression. Religion is bad.
Part 1: A Proposal
Here is my proposal: sex before marriage is okay. Yes, even as a Christian.
Ant Season
There’s a dead ant in her cream cheese bagel, but she can’t find the energy to care. It’s ant season after all, sometimes these things can’t be helped. Extra protein, right? Other cultures eat ants all the time. The air is cold and her heart thrums in her chest with the weight of her To Dos, … Continue reading Ant Season
Johnnie W.
They don’t want anything real, people, and that’s where I come in. Janine was real but he didn’t want the real Janine he wanted the Janine in his head. Then he thought he was supposed to love himself and that the way to do that was to become himself as he was in his mind, … Continue reading Johnnie W.
under your roof 