my parents spelled all of my names weird
stuff i've written
Last night at a very loud party in a bookstore I walked up to a woman and asked if I could take a picture of her because she has the sort of hair cut I want. Then I talked with her friend, who is a historian, about living history museums. At the end of the party the friend found me to give me her card.
we feel sad when we see children
eating McDonald’s. We bang
our heads against cast-iron cookery
& say problematic while we look
at artisanal lingonberries online.
Ooh man. Day two of Eat Genius. The only thing I wish about Carrie Murphy’s poem is that it was longer.
I don’t expect this loosey-goosey teaching&freelance phase of my life to last forever, but I will paint my nails on weekdays, eat chocolate chips, and wear yoga pants as long as it does.