With a snap, the weather changes New, warm walks to class alternating to cool in the tender shade from the sun The shadows scraping your skin The wind whispering in your ear Intoxicated in the daylight Sober for the moon Press a cigarette to your heart and douse it in booze Hold back the sick with a joint between your lips Take your shoes off and walk in the sun Wiggle your toes and stretch Breathe in heat end exhale life

I stand in front of the mirror, but what I see is blank. A silhouette hidden from sight, nothingness expanding into anything. Today I looked in the mirror. Who I saw was.. …Not me. not the girl I know. She has better hair, she has a better figure, she has a better voice. Longer, skinnier, quieter. Maybe, I think, she’d just be better. Why can’t she be me? Why can’t I be her?

Recently our newest president went in front of an audience to discuss his opinions on sexual assault allegations and their effects on men, rather than the effects of the assault on the women coming forward. …

I put a cigarette out on my arm today. I held it still, watched the small snake’s tail of smoke wiggle inches into the air and away from me. I pressed the burning embers into my skin breathing slowly, my exhale ushering the fire into my skin, my inhale trapping…

Every time I go to sleep there’s a process to the night. I wash my face, praying I don’t get another pimple in the night. I brush my teeth taking a close look at the reflection I see in the mirror; is it good enough? I strip down, taking away…