You gonna marry him? You asked in 2015. Why do you ask? I always knew you'd marry a yuppie. Do you even know what that means? Yuppie. you've said it for years and I still have no idea what you mean. Fucking yuppie, what is it anyway. Just a yuppie, he says. And what are... Continue Reading →
It’s 8:30pm on a Sunday when a call from an unknown number pierces my eardrum. Blocked Caller, it reads. What sneaky bastard did I ghost off Tinder? Something about the loneliness of a New York Sunday persuades me to answer. “Hello,” I say, putting on my Publicist coo. A surprised voice: “Lindsey?” Christ, I... Continue Reading →
I met my ex fiance last night at a restaurant we used to frequent when we didn't feel like cooking. We were reviewing the papers, beside one another, and I was chewing on the knuckle of my index finger. How is it so hard to close a bank account? I muttered. Hey, he whispered, reaching... Continue Reading →
Know that I love you a way that I will never love anybody else, you wrote once, after the funeral. Maybe I'm a fool. But you give me something special that I cant explain. Do you know that nobody knows me like you? We were 18 then. Our best friend had died. And we'd never... Continue Reading →
Manny, I said, that night on your couch. I don't want to be normal. You smiled. We were 22 or so, and in your parents home in Germany. It would be one of the last nights I spent with you. You think you're normal? Well no, I paused. I just mean I don't want this... Continue Reading →
*when you read this, know that it was written for you - played to the tune of Bon Iver, of course, For Emma, Forever Ago... because how could it not be?* Emma, you beautiful person, The date is 04/03/2012, or I guess - if it's in your language: 03/04/2012. As promised and produced, Enjoy. (You're... Continue Reading →
We drink too much of it, one of us was always the first to declare, usually after a blow out of some sort. But it always prickled me when you made a point to say wine. You drink just as much beer, I’d mutter. I was saying we both drink too much – doesn’t matter... Continue Reading →
You said, after an argument. We agreed to name our flaws. We thought it’d be a way to navigate the name-calling. I like it, I said, because I tended to be agreeable in the glow of a post-fight. Controlling Charlie, you smiled, minutes later, when I chose the black beans with spice instead of the... Continue Reading →
I was delirious there at the end, and hadn’t noticed the blood. We had stopped for water, and you were cooling your scalp under the waterfall. I was convinced we'd end up sick without a filter. But you insisted the water was clean as you filled the canteen. In the end, it didn’t matter. With... Continue Reading →
I shake my head. Doesn’t matter what I say though, you’ll think I did. Not true, I’m open to a new narrative. Oh please, I say – putting up my hand. You’re not above a self-serving narrative, G, no matter how ‘woke’ you are. He doesn't disagree. I was checked out before you proposed,... Continue Reading →
Lindsey Hall Writes 