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Do not set sail on someone else’s becoming, their voice in your throat.
He did not want me to see him need.
the pairs of father-sons with all their suffering.
who’d call me on Sundays and tell me all the ways women had disappointed him: thin hair, small breasts, dirt under the finger- nails. Which one am I?
what is your beauty secret? She answers: hot lemon water every morning. She does not answer: time.
Fat Girl
When in doubt, try it on.
No one on this entire earth cares more about your life than you.
Nothing Tastes as Good as Skinny Feels Unless you count your grandmother’s cake, hand mixed while she waits for the sound of your breath at the door. Or if you consider the taste of the sea, arms raised while you enter, salt at your lips. Or maybe you’ve forgotten the taste of a lover, your mouth on his skin. I ask— have you ever tasted the cool swill of freedom? The consuming rush of a quiet, radical love.
Tell me why you’re so mad about men. You seem like the kind of person who appreciates a story.
this is the year I unfriend anyone who uses a beauty filter who fetishizes youth into social currency
Commencement Address When I take my evening walk, I unlock rooms I never meant to close, which is one way to write a book. Another is to peel an orange or take a shower or fall in love with someone dangerous. At any given moment there is someone getting what they always wanted. I know no quicker way to ruin a day than to dwell on this.
The best way to move forward, taking risks some say we are not good enough to take. Life is better thought of looking towards a perceivable future than an idealistic past.
Commencement Address When I take my evening walk, I unlock rooms I never meant to close, which is one way to write a book. Another is to peel an orange or take a shower or fall in love with someone dangerous. At any given moment there is someone getting what they always wanted. I know no quicker way to ruin a day than to dwell on this.
The best way to move forward, taking risks some say we are not good enough to take. Life is better thought of looking towards a perceivable future than an idealistic past.
And so I brined him in a deep salt bath, added thyme and celery. Devoured him whole, in one big bite, so he could see just how hungry a woman can be.
Chicken?
One Thousand Wives The secret is my husband has many wives. One for bluebird mornings, one for doubt in the afternoon. One for the stretch of evening when the children perform their endless rituals. There is the business wife. The wanting wife. The wife who stands on the front porch and needs to talk to you. For a time we have the good wife. The thin wife. Eventually the dead wife. The ghost of every woman who tried to change for you.
As a man changes, so do his needs in a woman
Ode to My Desire
So many of us have these carnal desires, but it tastes so much sweeter when you build the tension
I love you at the bus stop. No kissing either; even a side-hug is vaguely forbidden. Against my better judgment,
no literally why do we feel shame or uncool with parents
