3 things that rule about being at my parents for...
1. My dad referring to my almond milk as ‘gypsy water’ 2. My mother giving me a $50 groupon to American Apparel, thus fueling my already problematic love of leotards. 3. Them both standing on opposite sides of me chanting “kimchi, kimchi, kimchi” quietly to help me ignore socially awkward things happening around me and make me laugh. And then proceeding try to give me a...
New York Minus
On nights like this, I only ride my bike as far as the park by South 4th street then walk my way to Delancey refusing to miss a single second of a view I’ve seen 100 times. I wear her backpack tonight. I don’t remember the patches but I know that most everyone turns back to see me after they pass. Mother Mary flask of whiskey and continually wandering eyes I find my stoop...
Karin. Spanish dubstep musician. offers her boyfriend to strangers. first thought upon waking is her bangs. she’s not alone. lock the door. smoke on the fire escape. potential halloween party, plan already devised. there’s no living room well there is… but it’s empty; not livable. the birds will sit in the window. they won’t come in. Clean towels, dirty...
even changing the volume setting on my phone to ‘normal’ feels inappropriate. eternally weird life.