salted slug to nun
I often daydream about joining a convent. Being surrounded by women and devoting myself to a life with a structure that is outlined for me. Just obeying someone else’s directions and not having to decide what to do all the time. Being quiet a lot of the time. I don’t know most of the time…
exit party
I fluffed the synthetic lilacs and anchored the purple foil balloons across the arch, careful to avoid contact with the sheer blue depths within. The Party Room had no windows. She’d selected ‘sunlight’ as her light filter, so I set it to 2 p.m. in Tuscany. I walked over to the connected sterile prep room…
the listener
I am always the listener. And I do listen. I try to help by staying quiet, So they can feel felt, and be seen. Even miles away, I am listening. I am listening to everyone. I am listening To everyone but me. And no one else is listening either. I open my mouth And another…
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Prattle Peach 