Internship

The last bell rings. You watch them pass by, wordlessly, sharing in something more than their cerebral spinal fluid. You envy their silent solidarity.

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Shoebox

Sometimes the most challenging part of my day is fitting my thoughts into a shoebox by the closet before I fall asleep. You don’t start thinking until your shoes are on, Ms. Crawford, my sixth-grade gym teacher, would say. She would complain to us when Richie wore flip-flops to class. “Weren’t you in class last … Continue reading Shoebox

Heat

It's hot outside. Today's the kind of day you would remember from years ago, when you used to wake up at whatever time your body's internal clock thought was suitable, and in your state of remembrance, there's heat, filing your brain with red and orange-colored thoughts, and if for the fifteen to twenty minutes you're … Continue reading Heat