I Can Be a Better You

by Tarryn Fisher

We were products of our earliest experiences, replicating the ways we were taught to love, and fuck, and interact with humanity. Some of us broke free of our pasts; some of us weren’t that clever.

I wondered if someone who had fire in their soul would have smoke coming out of their mouth.

Yeah, you can sit with me. And everyone did because people want someone to sit with. Soon people were sitting on me. Shit gets heavy, you know? Especially when people realize you’re willing to carry their weight.

She gave plastic flowers. So real and brilliant in color you almost believed the lie.