NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 12: “it wasn’t a phase.”

Some nights I remember it still. After class in our white tees and jogging pants as I listened to your heartache at the farthest swing from the school bus that was supposedly to take me home. ‘She didn’t like me, she never would have,’ you cried and I strained my neck...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 11: “grocery list.”

A dozen eggs. 3 lemons. Unsalted butter. Cream cheese. Your favorite blueberry jam. A jar of salt after your mother called my cooking ‘bland‘ when she thought I couldn’t hear her. A bag of tortilla chips. A box of ginger ale and imported Japanese whiskey because we’re...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 10: “and in this wreckage, there you are.”

“The best stories are the ones where the ending is far from what you could expect,” he tells you, body sprawled over the bed with drooping, tired eyes. “Look at us.” “Us?” you ask, voice equally dripping with fatigue. “Mhm. Don’t you think that, with everything that’s...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 9: “for what is grief but…?”

I had been thinking about the emptiness I carried the entire drive home. How I felt the cold wind rush right through me, past my spine, my ribs, and my chest. But perhaps I wasn’t at all empty—perhaps the space that you had left was exactly that: space. Space...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 8: “if i read our story backwards.”

The air is still at 2 in the morning with nothing but the cicadas filling this empty silence. The moon gazes down at you with a forlorn smile, and you think that there’s nothing more you can say than, “I’m sorry.” They rehearsed the words better in their head. “And...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 7: “what i’ve wanted to say is…”

are you free on // can you call me at // have you read this // did you see my post // as per my last email // following up on this // are you going too // when will you call // seen at 2:47 // this reminded me of you // and what did she say // where are you going now...