Therapy

Sacrificing sleep to fill my brain Can’t find shelter in my head I feel my intelligence is questioned when multiple choice is involved The only solace lies in the tip of my gold pen and the ink spilling a jumbled mess of English and French After too many words on too many pages, There’s not … More Therapy

Sibling Rivalry

**Originally written for my Nonfiction Writing class, The American Scene.**   Matt and Drew step out of the gray Volkswagen on Forbes Avenue. Matt still wears the dark jeans and brown leather belt he wore to work that day, with the canvas sneakers he always wears when traveling. “Do they have a table for us?” Matt … More Sibling Rivalry

Skin

I was having one of the best days of third grade. During reading hour, I had the privilege of sitting in the teacher’s rolling chair at the round table in the center of the room. Once in a while, the highly-coveted fabric-covered seat was offered up as a reward. Such a reward is always taken … More Skin

Nineteen

I love introverts. I am not one. Any guy I’ve been in a relationship with was always the type who wouldn’t reveal the inner workings of his mind to the mailman and the French professor and a classmate he met 20 minutes ago. And I admire that. I also equally admire people who are bold … More Nineteen

New Constellations

Don’t lose that smile keep the eye contact I know you’re forgetting to breathe Your Sunday afternoon tie’s too tight around your neck We sit atop pillows embroidered with a thousand strands of silver thread Sipping tea from porcelain cups and pondering the quality of light White beams bounce off your slicked back hair I’m … More New Constellations

Sleeping on Floors

I’ve been lacking inspiration and Command Strips. I’ve been eating chocolate cake for breakfast and breakfast for dinner. What is it about carbon dioxide and too many hangovers that makes seltzer more desirable than bottles of liquid on the shelf above the cutting board cabinet? I’m searching for a spot to claim by the third floor … More Sleeping on Floors

Waitress

The first words from my mouth are always “How are you?” I wait for an answer and regret the question It always comes back to me I know you’re supposed to say happy things I’m good, I’m great, I’m doing really well But I can’t be doing well if I’m not doing good I’m serving … More Waitress