we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our...

“Why do you always wear black?” “I’m in mourning for my life.” —Masha The Seagull To be alive is to mourn. Beds where we once rested our...

tonight I shaved my bush off for no reason other than to have one singular thing in my life that feels smooth and to create the illusion...