September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
Race is constant. You’re tired of hearing about it? Imagine how fucking exhausting it is living it.
I have written the word ‘meat’ so many times that it no longer makes sense, and a zit has appeared on my chin that is miraculously the exact same shade as my red lipstick.
Much like democracy and hot dogs, people are ok with advertising but no one wants to see how it is actually made.