im becoming better

They’re hardly going to miss you, don’t look back to Gomorrah. There’s a karmic relationship between me and the plethora of pettifoggers. An ironic leaf petal spinning like a helicopter, whistling whirlwind, warping through the breeze, falls onto my skin, wafting through the fabric, blasting through my membranes. I need to stop overthinking every situation. Sometimes a leaf falling is just a leaf…

You’re the first person I thought of

“You’re the first person I thought of” is generally the type of plaudit I’d hope to hear after phrases like: “funniest person ever,” “most creative individual you know,” I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time woolgathering — daydreaming over would-be encomiums about who I wish to become someday. I didn’t wish those words to be used in grief. Didn’t want someone to think of me when someone…