The gigolos texted me back while my mom and I watched Zootopia 2
Fury Psalm 6:
Let there be a God, an earth, seasons weathered through a time
for this, for that, for breathing and for holding one’s breath.
Let there be seasons when the moon has nothing to be
Lie here with me, if only for a while.
Sitting in his gold Toyota listening to old metal. He turned down The Accused to tell me about his diagnosis.
“The Upper East Side. For uncreative rich people who don't know the first thing about being happy,” Mom said, and I believed her.
Avery was the worst kind of people pleaser. A failed one who didn’t know how to make other people happy but attempted only to her own demise. When Sienna asked Avery if she wanted to steal, the yes
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub
