october poems
itās hard to feel slutty when youāre busy being suffocated by the crushing weight of mortality.
these days i canāt go more than half a shitty cocktail without mentioning that my grandfather is in hospice care and immediately ruining whatever chemistry iāve got going with the hinge stranger sitting across from me. given that the conversation almost always devolves into me explaining the plot of christopher nolanās dark knight trilogy while my date disassociates into my cleavage, itās not like iām ruining much. but still, it would be nice to feel like myself again (getting fingered under a well-lit pleather booth).
on a brighter note, iāve made it my mission to spend this fall reconnecting with old friends and nurturing the bonds i am lucky to have kept over the years. iāve historically been awful at staying in touch with people, aside from my friends with more aggressive personalities who practically dom me into picking up the phone. but ātis the season for resurrection and renewal, so hereās to burning the side of my face with an overheated iPhone, spending $168 on Sanrio stationary, and manifesting an abundance of platonic love.
in the meantime, i wrote some poems mourning former loves and indulging perpetual heartaches. out with hot ghoul summer, in with yearning girl fall.
thanks for reading, and happy october ghouls <3
-Rachel