The Year I Delete Instagram
Six weeks ago, the world blurred around me and my green chariot. The whirring motor drove me, brilliant and impulsive, through the humming darkness of a summer’s night.
Stonefruit
I’ve always loved stonefruit/because it has a prize in the middle./A little pit of promise nestled in the flesh
and I know you’re not supposed to/but I eat it every time/even though they say it can make you sick/because I thought it could make something grow inside of me.
Pișatul Pișătorilor/Epitaph of a Flying Mussel
But first, I’m here,
In the free air, free and clean-ish,
Which gives me some time,
A few seconds more,
To piss over their heads,
With real feeling.