Tag Archives: spoken word

Anxiety.

we met in the only childhood room I ever had to myself. Teddy-bears and other stuffed animals danced above my head, and Luther Vandross’s Here and Now played softly on the radio. I was only 5, maybe 6 when yo told … Continue reading

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OCD.

And I am now crying into my dinner …

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Binders Full Of Girlfriends.

For the record, finding two matching socks is NEVER underappreciated. NEVER. 

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