It was just another Tuesday. Or maybe it’s Saturday? I wondered, rubbing my stubbled cheek

LITERARY MAGAZINE

It was just another Tuesday. Or maybe it’s Saturday? I wondered, rubbing my stubbled cheek

After misting our houseplants, wilting in an unseasonable September heat, I clomp


bodies decay faster in summer

i am dangling over the sink
scrubbing my tongue off

Heaven’s glamour queen


The other kids cried and bawled at the slush mass

I’ve always struggled with biting my nails, so I sought out

Go stargazing every night