Quarter Juice

I shoved the lacy bra I kept under my mattress deep into my backpack, sandwiched between my Sequential II textbook and my ancient shared copy of The Iliad, and decided it was time to white out “Brisma + Kelly 4ever” on my Jansport.



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Close-up of black, beige, and red asphalt

Texas

Neither of us were drunk. It was just dark outside, the streets narrow, and we were turning a bend, and then the quiet thump beneath us, like a balloon deflating.


A black phone cord

The Sound Eats You Whole

Most of them had specific requests: They asked me to pretend to be the people they missed or wanted to be.


The underside of a dome-shaped building cast in orange light, with a spiral of blue sky visible between the arches of the building.

Nothing to Declare

You check the clock on the wall and see your flight boards in less than an hour. You’re cutting it closer than you like.


A purple aster plant

Beauty for Butterflies

Content Warning: Sexual Abuse
How can they be so beautiful and don’t even know it? They can’t see they self. They must be so sad.