I Cried Today Because I Thought About

Christmas Eve, all of my cousins sitting criss-cross applesauce on the basement floor, bodies covered in wrapping paper from a night of being spoiled to death. That’s just how it is in our family: we’re kids forever, even though most of us will probably marry this decade or have babies or both. I’m the youngestContinue reading “I Cried Today Because I Thought About”

When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day

a short story in short poems V. I know I romanticize it. But I wish you did, too. I wish you saw yourself there with me, in a one-bedroom loft in a highly overrated European city, where we’d only speak the language in broken pieces, where we’d go for morning walks just to find theContinue reading “When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day”

When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day

a short story in short poems IV. I dream of a paint-splattered smock and a balcony for growing herbs and to live the kind of life others would deem pretentious. But I’d be doing everything but pretend: typing up my first novel criss-cross applesauce on the dining room floor, wearing colors I’d been too self-consciousContinue reading “When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day”

When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day

a short story in short poems II.I didn’t bother waiting for your answer because you’d already told me, implicitly, within a thousand separate instances. Months ago at the home improvement store: That porch swing is to die for. One day I’ll get one just like that for us. And then again, driving through the upperContinue reading “When I Told You I Want to Live in a Studio Apartment in the City One Day”

Open Letter to Seventeen

I know you’re convinced this world would not miss you. But I’m sending you this letter through the space-time continuum equivalent of the USPS (sad story about that, actually, but we’ll get there) aiming to persuade you otherwise. One day you’ll be twenty (weird, right?) and you’ll have your own apartment where you’ll keep unlitContinue reading “Open Letter to Seventeen”