My cousin dragged me to Detroit to meet his fiancé and for some reason—ill or well-intentioned, I’m not sure, though sureness is what I’m seeking—they paid for ...
Three Days of the Condor
The condor’s collar is up.
Cold war winds sweep the city streets.
Christmas is here and all America
wants under the tree is cheap...
I wandered internal deserts for eons in search of an external friend until I found the Amazon Fire TV. Hello, hello, desperate to meet you. To hear you. And hea...
But David, dear David, what if the margaritas are good—ok, not good, we’re at the mall after all, we’re not expecting miracles from our nation’s top mixologists...
My boyfriend gave me ablutophobia because one time after I’d just showered, shampooed, conditioned, scrubbed, pumiced, shaved, flossed, brushed, and moisturized...