August 2018

Why I’m wearing a tie, why she painted her toes.

There’s something dead inside of me. Also, sirens.

So this happened.

This is just a list of things I might, one day, write about.

The perils of scheduling posts.

My mind mystifies me. On the one hand, I crave certainty. On the other, I crave risk.

Some friends and I discuss sex work….

They’re for real.

All communication should come with stage directions.

Five in a drawer, two smoked, two remaining. I never said math was among my talents.