#lost luggage

This zipper knew what it signed up for.

I warned it.

With every shimmy, suck-in, and silent prayer.

And yet — here we are.

Tension. Sweat. Delusion.

I’m not breathing,

but I am serving.

I can’t bend,

but I can break hearts.

One wrong move and it's over.

Not the outfit —

the illusion of control.

I didn’t come here to be comfortable.

I came to dominate the mirror

and walk like my decisions were made

on purpose.

So yeah,

one of us might lose.

But it won’t be the look.

Also? These are Em’s jeans.

Which explains everything

and forgives nothing. 😈

"Eric Trump Called Anderson Cooper After an Airport Luggage Mix-up"

June Wrap Up

Believe it or not, I wish I'd read more in the month of June. It was a busy month of long work days, soccer, pouring rain, and an injured foot—but I did get through some lovely reads. I sat under vivid dappled sunlight, reading Ada Limón's poetry and annotating the upcoming Never Say You Can't Survive, a guide to writing from Charlie Jane Anders. I reflected on Madame Clairevoyant's Guide to the Stars while sipping my morning coffee.