my hair is curly now. i bet you didn’t expect thatwhen you wrapped dirt and shamearound my half grown body. long hair brushed straight—one hundred times—to pull the memory out afterwards,but my milk tooth brain couldnever quite push you away. the day i chopped my long hair offi thought i was free—i was not free. […]
I still remember learning to ride a bike. My first bike was tiny, bright fluorescent pink with white tires and training wheels that were permanently attached. I outgrew it fast and it was passed down to my younger brother who told me that it was not pink, rather faded red and also a motorcycle. It […]
Right now I should be writing about Galenic theory and the Hippocratic school. I realise that this is procrastination in a charade of productivity. I just cleaned my kitchen and my bathroom, too. My hands are still dry from dish soap. I miss writing. Even my journal is more collected pieces of paper, scraps of […]
