I ran over my boyfriend’s parents’ Maltipoo with my Ford F-250. It wasn’t intentional. I’m not a psycho-animal-murderer or anything. I had just punched in the four-digit code, a pathetic “0000”, and pulled through the front gate when I saw a tiny blur of white bolt across the driveway, which I assumed was my expired […]
My feet, I’ve recently discovered — or told, are ugly by standards. Parched. Dirt under the nail I have scraped out a thousand times lingering the same old-leather shade as the creases when I wrinkle. Dollhouse knuckle-bone black. The bulk of them as wide as they are long, each nail oblong and homely like the […]
I had a notebook once, a sturdy little thing with a strong cover made of black leather, probably fake, and a metal clasp that closed with a satisfyingly crisp sound, and bronze-gold edging on the pages where I wrote out my name in looped cursive and lyrics to songs I still know well and plenty […]
