Carcinogenic fumes, cardboard dolls, puppy love smiles. All taken from a waterlogged trunk. Soggy in inebriation, we wade to safety ( Read more... )

Paste dripping from the cracks of a pursed smile, so sound and soft. Afternoon semicircles setting in the east.

The spectrum of etiquette? How the fuck am I supposed to understand chemistry when it's garbled through a headscarf and its corresponding accent?

I need a textbook.

Lips wrapped around the exhaustion of fuel in the city, policy backfires and thought is gone.

A science course designed especially for the Liberal Arts students. It's almost naughty.

Flip over flop under flaps of unobtrusive identity. What is it that I’m watching? A moth to light, but the light is sound. If you blind a moth, is it a blessing?

I am betrothed to my philosophy teacher. We are to have children(s). Oh, what a heavenly shape.

The cars cough by, completely disrespecting my designated crosswalks. Signs read far passed the speed limit, but what is speed to the illiterate?

My advisor went on vacation, not anticipating anyone majoring in Ethnic Studies. I picked the right track to travel on.

Press. Twist. Open. Take. Press. Twist. Close.
In. In. Think. Down. Open. Out.

Monotony from a four day trial period. What waits ahead?

I’ve developed what I will refer to as “Wendy’s Shame”. It is when I cannot look the cashier tending to me at Wendy’s directly in the eye because I have been waited on by him/her more than twice that same day during my visits.

College is boring. I advocate against it.