It was 11 PM when my sister called. I was getting ready for bed, listening to Operator by Girl Scout. It was a stupid catchy song: Telephone, telephone, telephone, telephone all day… had been stuck in my head for a week.
“Happy birthday!” my sister said.
“But-“ I began, trying to explain that it wasn’t midnight here.
I put my socks in the wash. After they dried, I noticed that they were loose and droopy, not tight and well shapen like they had been when I bought them years ago, a sign to throw them away. I thought about my own body. I do want to have children one day. Will I expend, loose my shape? And...[Continue reading →]
I finally grew disgusted enough with the kitchen to clean. I don’t think a visitor would consider it particularly messy, but I was tired of crumbs everywhere. I swept, mopped, sprayed, wiped, and started the dishwasher. Chores to keep my mind occupied. I threw away that comforter on the balcony. It had been sitting in a box half-soaked for months,...[Continue reading →]
