Locked in syndrome
Purpose... A word for the distance between one moment and the next, as though something must be pulling us across. Intentions.
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32Exit Interview
I tried to make a joke out of writer’s block, but the brick did not appreciate the bit. It just stood there in the doorway with its smug red face, waiting for me to call it metaphor. I gave it the dignity of a name. I said, here is my process. Here is my resistance. Here is a very…
Impersonal Effects
I built a life that only works if I am not in it. For years I could wear being busy like a red badge of fucking burnout. Look at me! Useful, exhausted, needed. So aggressively unavailable that no one could ever get close enough to find out I was just avoiding the question of what I…
In adequate company
100 words a day? Easy. That’s barely even writing. That’s a caption. A text message. A cry for help with requisite character count. But make it positive? Oh. There it is.
My pronouns are was/were
Finally called it quits tonight just before Tuesday bled into Wednesday. Another night burning the midnight oil to keep this commerce engine coughing along… piston rings shot, valve stems bent, every warning light screaming for attention. It is determined to drive itself into the g…
PROTEST
Please stop telling me to rise to this. Rising has become its own special kind of hard labor. I have done it so often that despair no longer feels catastrophic; it feels administrative. Something penciled in between obligations. Something I am expected to show up for on time. Once,…
The Ledger
I weigh things. I don’t know why I’m like that now, but the change did not come gently, not with some soft-lit epiphany; I woke up one day already in debt, door already open, collector already inside. This is not a philosophy, it's a survival mechanism. And I didn't choose it - it…
Make Sure You Found Me First
Love me unconditionally, they say, as though this is the highest order of devotion. How grotesque. What is love without understanding but affection lobbed blindly over a wall? A participation trophy for existing. You need not know me, apparently. Need not comprehend the machinery,…