Was the feedback really overwhelming? Or was my mother part of a fascist regime?
In return she was allowed to laugh at my moonface.
Our downward YouTube search spiral led to “biggest waves of all time.”
This is a Galah, the prettiest bird.
This is what it is to be 29, I thought.
I felt like the rest of my life was woven into the wiring underneath the desktop casing.
Everything feels dog-eared, on pause.