Prose
Prose
What Happened
He calls you makhtesh, a word he tells you means the expanse of the universe.
The Surgeon
It is the spring of 2007, and I have traded in my solitude for friendship.
The Value of Fat
I’ve been a plus-size beauty vlogger for the past two years, but I’ve been fat my whole life. Except for the day I was born.
“Normal”
“Go ahead and pee on the floor,” the radiology technician says.
And They Said It Would Be Divine
It breaks like this: We hold on tightly, and literally, because we’re young and we’re stupid and because we still want to have hope.
Blue Before Dark
For six days after the operation, everything was blue.
ISOPROPYL (JESUS ENTERS THE MATRIX)
I'm sitting with Larry at a Chipotle in midtown and his thousand-yard stare tells me I might dial the nihilism down a notch.
“Oh, Galileo”
The purple haze of Jupiter surrounds us in its cool-toned glow.
Where You Go
From my desk, I watch her turn the pages. She is meticulous, each touch / feather-light and exact in her dissection.
Behind the Cotton Wool
At age four, I used to secretly squeeze through the cracks in our backyard fence to go and explore the world on the other side.
