In the morning, I wash the inside of a french press with a sponge, and grab the brown bag of coffee grounds from behind the sink. I shake to loosen what's left before turning the bag over the press, watching as the grounds spill to the bottom. As I fill the kettle with water and... Continue Reading →
Seville, Spain, 2011 It's late, and we'd talked for hours. Long enough that when we looked away, our eyes burned from the light off our screens, and our ears sore from the headphones pressing against them. I'm fucked tomorrow, I groaned, glancing at the clock to the bottom right of the computer. What I remember... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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