my fingers strive past keys without (re)collection
of the exact thing that i am trying to reach
depression seeps into my sheets while i’m sleeping
and it slowly circles my body, resembling a dark shadow
or a fetile-positioned eggplant
Flash fiction piece rooted in a story about a young woman growing up in the early 19th century. A young servant like many and unlike few.
excerpts from my new piece on cultural disconnect from my awkwardBLACKgirl perspective in sula x la liga’s zine.
- sula collective x la liga zine collab
- dropped two days ago: june 2nd, 2016
- features my essay/free-write, “nobody understands the awkwardBLACKgirl”
- features a portrait of george w. bush made out of tiny assholes
- challenges the status-quo and cultural superiority/inferiority
- calling out the bullshit the way we see it
- i’m literally in love
- this issue is ill
A. Timmy sips drank.
B. Tommy smokes dank.
F. Timmy and Tommy hop around town, searching for sunshine.
D. Mama loses the war in the back of Adams Alley.
Z. The end – but all is ephemeral.