writing letters to kill morning dread. radiant heat bouncing off fake grass on elaborate lawns. unreliable premonitions. desire on the corner of new world. freedom in my natural coils. grey mondays before sweltering heat. military occupation in the city of the beloved. red cards in back pockets. gestapo in my backyard. nightly meditations to settle the blows to my nervous system. the cleaners from venus. reckoning with summer’s past on lifeless dirt roads. 30-minute walks to overpriced, dead thrift stores. saccharine kpop nostalgia. grown out eyebrows. cravings for hojicha and Alice Walker novels. granola crumbs in ragged handbags. living as means of resistance. battle of whether to dream despite enveloping decay or to release them from my grasp. learning to organize properly. buff, strong arms of a woman to cradle her lover’s head. lost in the nightclub on a wednesday night. curating a vibe for an autumn that may never arrive. wrestling with my reflection while on the clock. only a shadow.
What I’m listening to:
What I’m reading:
Princess Jellyfish Volume 6 - Higashimura Akiko
You Don’t Know Us Negroes and Other Essays - Zora Neale Hurston
Thank you lovely reader, for reading today’s post. June felt incredibly overwhelming and unrelenting. Not that July is any different but the ennui at the beginning of summer versus now has changed. It has become a crafty, bitter, resistant, although hopeful summer. I can taste the acridness of the disparities that affect us all over the globe. I have found that it is worth keeping my dreams in this exhausting moment. To arrive to all occasions with my desire in hand. I am going to continue to nurture the nascent beginnings of an imaginary world that may not become so imaginary in my lifetime. Be safe <3