“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the ….
Month: September 2013
Dear World, I could begin this letter with an apology. Apologizing for the way I look. The size I am. Not being tall enough or short enough. Saying sorry for being to blonde, to white, to whatever society dictates in this moment. I could apologize for being a girl. But I refuse. I refuse to apologize for who I am, ….