There are some moments, mostly when you’re a fucked up mess, on the brink of giving up, that pick you up at the door, shake you out and fold you back neatly. Last night I had one of those. Couldn’t sleep. My new neighbor has a new girl and is it weird that I can … More Fifteen

The House

i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they come with keys, and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers. […] iv I point to my body and say Oh this old thing? No, I just slipped it on. […] … More The House


Anna* says she lost her virginity before she got her first period. What’s the one thing, she asks, that fills you up but leaves you empty? They gave her a doll to show where she was touched. She tore the doll up, she says, then did not talk for a month after. Maybe it was … More Fourteen


It will start with the calls. The ones you ignore, then later lie that you were too busy. Of course you were not too busy, no one is too busy for 2 weeks straight. That’s what Hellen* says, when she calls five times in three days and you won’t pick up, then you share something … More Thirteen


I sometimes smell, he says, like things people loved and left.  We’ve been texting a while. Let’s call him Joe, don’t know what the fuck his name is. Met him at the pub last Tuesday, never asked for his name and by the time I was interested enough to want to know, well, I’d missed … More Twelve


Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving. -Poem, by Nayyirah Waheed


Lately, I’ve been  having the dreams again. You know, the ones where I kill myself.  Calm down, I’m not going to kill myself. But the dreams, they keep coming. Sometimes it’s drowning, or hanging, or a slit on the wrist. I never go through with it though, in the dream. Always wake up right before … More Eleven