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 →
Eyes: Blue or Green?
I still think about him, he says, the ash of his cigarette flaking off near my shoe. As we all do, I shrug, tired of the runaround. We all think of him. Every day probably. I don't. I shrug again - but it feels forced. Well however much then; we all do. I mean, I... Continue Reading →