Long days often end in a headache for me, but Chauncey and I laughed and told truth to each other over food and smoke– this has become sacred to me.
March Twelfth, Two Thousand and Eighteen
Work at drop in and help someone pour detergent into the laundry, buy a thai coffee with bubbles from a girl helping her mom after class, walk to queer drop in and work there too, then home and a visit with a friend, splitting headphones to the tape player.
March Eleventh, Two Thousand and Eighteen
My brother and I drank horchata at the waterfront and shopped for records– the day hung on so long, I’m sad and I am hopeful too– spring is here for her short, blessed stay.
March Tenth, Two Thousand and Eighteen
Big Parties leave me a little lonely, I sat at the foot of the stair and talked about Kerouac and Kurt Vile, I walked around and kept scratching the surface with people, I went to bed a little sad, I guess maybe I wish someone was there with me.
March Ninth, Two Thousand and Eighteen
I was tutoring today when I started my period, and the cramps were so painful I took 3 ibuprofen before breakfast– when I went to stand up I couldn’t see, and felt like I was going to pass out, so I went to the nurses office and sat on the little seat with the crinkly paper– a nice teacher gave me some fruit snacks and a granola bar.
March Eighth, Two Thousand and Eighteen.
A fight broke out so we all went to education where a Trail Blazer was talking to the youth, he was so tall he had to duck to get out the door.
March Seventh, Two Thousand and Eighteen.
Remember that getting out of bed always helps you shake the existential dread, and spicy stir fry and laughs with your flat mate make going to bed a little lighter.
March Sixth Two Thousand and Eighteen
Before it took me 15 minutes to find that alley by the Santeria, just five minutes from where I was, and before my long bus ride home in the sun, It was really healing how I could say my most pathologized, stigmatized shit to you, and you still looked me in the eyes, unphased.
March Fifth, Two Thousand and Eighteen
Things that made this day sweet– a little sugar sticker and a crystal on a string I can fasten at my neck or wrist, Defiance Ohio on vinyl, letters from friends all over, a jealous dog that won’t let us hug each other (but don’t worry, we get creative.)
March Fourth, Two Thousand and Eighteen
Jennifer got an empenada and I got a plate of Haitian food at the colorful Mercado, she said I seem older this year, and I feel that– Josiah and I drove to the Oscars party (where I briefly thought I had committed a profound social fuck up, went to the bathroom, cried, came back to realize I did nothing wrong,) roads wound around the river and we talked about the ways we’ve supported each other.
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