Tag: me
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Kitty
I spent my first five dollar bill on you. I held your striped paw in one hand and gripped Papa’s calloused finger in the other. Sometimes you were “she”, sometimes “he”, “it” even. I named you Ashley for a day after watching an Olsen twins film. That didn’t suit you at all. Sorry for smothering…
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Still A Work in Progress
Last night I picked at the dry skin on my bottom lip and stared at the ceiling for hours until eventually, around four in the morning, my eyelids felt heavy. My mind was frantically planning an emergency escape from the absolute dry spell of inspiration and adventure that my current life had become. Oftentimes, when…