Category Archives: monologue
calendar.
this is the last night before i will finally live on my own. i’m leaving tomorrow. i have nothing to look back at. i never really do. i’ve taken everything apart and down over the past few days, but just … Continue reading
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knowing.
(twelve years later) i just put the single most painful experience of my entire life into writing for the first time (ever). now i’m not so sure if it was really the sex, or the drugs, and i’m not sure … Continue reading
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dear february.
dear february, i’m sorry for all the bad things i said to you and about you and behind your back. you are cold and cruel, but you are lovely also. you didn’t hurt me; i hurt myself & tried to … Continue reading
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2011 memory scrapbook.
because it’s the first day of 2012 and everything, and because i’m spending my day in my bed in my blankets with the window open and with a cup of bottomless coffee and gunther for company, i thought i’d take … Continue reading
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house.
there is a spoon in my house that isn’t really a spoon at all. it isn’t mine; it was just here when i moved in & probably belongs to my roommate. anyway the spoon is mostly flat. it still functions … Continue reading
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afraid.
the thought of spiders used to scare me. i could never lean against stone walls, especially beneath porch lights. or the thought of serial rapists behind my shower curtain when i’d come home late from work, or not wearing a … Continue reading
bodymovin.
in my phone somewhere near the back, if that’s a thing, which it isn’t probably, there is a photo i found of him sitting across a table from me. once a long time ago i thought it therapeutic to organize … Continue reading
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psilocybin.
you’re a handsome devil/ what’s your name? almost eight years ago i started writing a diary that, this past february and march, when i was the stupidest i’ve ever been, i typed up & cut-and-pasted into a notebook so that … Continue reading
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after all.
i woke up & didn’t know where i was. i have been here before. the door should not be here, it should be there by the window. (no, two days later, i remember, it was always there.) i found myself … Continue reading
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