Jade woke to the sound of hail tapping at her window.
It was cold in her room, cold enough to prevent her from going back to sleep easily, but not cold enough to justify walking across the hall to the ancient thermostat and shifting it to the “on” position.
Growing up working class means that you’re constantly holding your breath and hoping.
Hoping that you don’t need braces.
Hoping that your family’s fifteen-year-old car doesn’t break down.
Hoping that no one in your family has medical emergencies.
Hoping that a pink slip doesn’t show up in your dad’s hands…
Grey streaks smeared under sunken eyes
Contrast a porcelain face
With freckles spattered like shit
Long brown hair
Matted and mousy
Nails gnawed to the cuticle
I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize her
I don’t recognize most people now
Names and faces flash across a silver screen
I don’t know where my best friend is.
We met in seventh grade.
And spent every sunlit, summer hour together
before she disappeared to
a private school
in northern texas
we used to stay up for hours
to bridge the gap
with our telephone cord
until one day
like frozen breath disappearing
we stopped talking.
I haven’t really made friends since
so whenever people asking me who my best friend is
I tell them my best friend lives in Texas
but I’m 28 now
I’m not sure if you live in Texas anymore
or if you’re even alive
Being intersex has been, and will continue to be, the most beautiful struggle I’ve ever faced.
Some days my internalized testes make me feel like I can do absolutely anything I put my mind to.
Other days, my superficial vaginal canal is the bane of my existence.
Having to “come…
Most nights I lie on my bed and pray that the memory foam pressed to my face would swallow me whole and set me free. As I’d sink deeper into oblivion, I would be freed of all my responsibilities, moral obligations, and tedious deadlines.
Unfortunately, there’s no universe awaiting me…
Frustration is by far the most malevolent incarnation of human emotion. There is beauty in sadness, relief in anger, but frustration is an accumulation of all the most disgusting parts of negative emotion.
It serves no purpose and resurfaces frequently.
Frustration manifests itself in my life by thinking the finish…