I find loose courage in the anonymity of night and be like, “here, damn.”
Burning out from my own expectations keeps beating my ass and I’m tired. This new body goes slow and so that’s that.
the world sucks and i am tired all the fucking time; today i am eating a really great muffin.
I feel like i am in a zoo.
I am terrified to be here and I have done a poor job of communicating how frightened I am. I am fucking terrified of the world en masse and even more frightened of the way people tire of it so fast. I
Musings from my porch in Chicago that ask: am I good at hosting happiness? Am I the right shape to hold onto the life that I want? What noise do I make when I get knocked around?
and Ma'Khia Bryant. to Tyre Nichol and Breonna Taylor. and to Sandra Bland and Dion Johnson and Trayvon Martin and 𝄇