WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME
CW: implied homo/transphobia, shitty parenting, suicidal ideation
Flash Nonfiction
Please Don’t Tell Mom!
Oh, man. Your brother’s gonna die.
Theatrics
I rip my mask off. Distressed, you might call my expression, if you weren’t so fucking focused on checking your goddamn phone, I am having a moment here. A figure joins me on stage. It’s just me with a megaphone, I didn’t really have time to hire someone new.
Bad Habitus
Dad had developed a taste for tobacco by the time he was 14. It would be a stolid companion throughout his life. As a child, I thought his ability to hold entire conversations with a lit roll-up in his mouth was a kind of superpower.
6075 W. Fulton St
And when I got home I remembered that the door was unlocked not politically but because the lock had been broken since my tenure there had started. Just like the oven and microwave.
The Couple in 5F
It is nice to know my neighbors though, even just a little bit. Knowing your neighbors, even just a little bit, makes NYC apartment living less like living in a big empty box with whispers of occupancy and more like living in a place teeming brimming spinning simmering with people.
Ariel
I don't even hesitate. From the other side of the cross-legged circle, she smiles at me.