extant in memory by the blue Juniata,
across space I guess
will be all we know of one another.
So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space.
human-shaped blob of anxiety flavoured jelly wrapped in skin
interviewy thing for this feminist publication // accidentally answered three questions in a row with “because [man] told me to”
there’s now a therapist at my work called ~dr malaise~ i couldn’t make up a more sitcom-ready place if i tried
i’m not sure what it is about having just spermed into a little plastic jar that seems to make dudes think “now is a perfect time to hit on that bored looking receptionist,” like maybe it’s a way of dealing with the awkwardness, who knows, but today brings that little tally up to more than i care to dwell on
that feel when you spend 20mins drafting and proofreading an e-mail to a senior academic only to receive a reply days later saying:
sent from my iPhone
unremarkable pretty girl for hire as obstacle in your failed romance narrative, faceless mean girl for hire as expository device in your misc. heartbreak narrative
cute lil musics couple stare at bank balance gnaw fingernail answer two emails go back to sleep cute lil arts life