Pretty Things

by Janelle Brown

There are so many varieties of love—the menu does not have just one flavor—and I see no reason why this can’t be one of them.

Who am I to say she’s wrong to try? We all build our own delusions and then live inside them, constructing walls to conveniently hide the things we don’t want to see.

Maybe it means that we’re crazy, or maybe it means that we’re monsters, or maybe it’s just that the world we live in now makes it so hard to separate truth from image from dream.