much of it alone i don’t know how to relate i have felt the eyes on my face the eyes of two judges me and them and i did not feel love for i am a place on your notebook that you erase and erase and erase and the pencil still won’t rub off and there’s so much eraser gunk you brushed me off the paper and i’m in bits on the floor

The tale of where I’ve been. Of the open streets that have been in the empty space in my mind. Make something of nothing, Stare at white and Love the black characters. I remember — very strongly. What would happen if I didn’t edit myself in my writing? I remember…

of Miss Kate There will be two kinds of stories That in which I am not responsible and that in which I am I am responsible water is wet

Law enforcement activity Buddhist views of Systemic racism Karma and Sexism if two parties can’t agree on a Subject wall has passed cough from a neighbor down left behind somewhere We have to agree we are discussing the same thing

He looks at me With one eye He doesn’t know Time of day He doesn’t know Why But at some point if he watches me I will get up Get food And give him Guaranteed He’d bet his fur on it

the air is like wet chalk the fan is weak and aimless condensation forms on a glass I have not washed water fills a fourth of that glass does bamboo need direct sunlight? a carved bear is circled by dead brown bamboo after Monday I’ll want to be naked in front of people

I do not fear being a woman I fear being being brilliant I fear feeling whole I fear feeling good I fear feeling confident i fear Authenticity

there is hair on my face and neck it doesn’t work for me not at all tried to laser it electrocute it pluck it good results but still there is hair on my face and neck it doesn’t work for me

She screams at me I don’t know what? I guess food has to wait feed on a schedule too early Those are the rules good food Imported from New Zealand Terrible for the environment people are dying horribly these cats get food from New Zealand i get furry cuddle buddies I will die horribly maybe