it’s hard to feel slutty when you’re busy being suffocated by the crushing weight of mortality. these days i can’t go more than half a shitty cocktail without mentioning that my grandfather is in hospice care and immediately ruining whatever chemistry i’ve got going with the hinge stranger sitting across from me. given that the conversation almost always devolves into me explaining the plot of christopher nolan’s dark knight trilogy while my date disassociates into my cleavage, it’s not like i’m ruining much. but still, it would be nice to feel like myself again (getting fingered under a well-lit pleather booth).
october poems
october poems
october poems
it’s hard to feel slutty when you’re busy being suffocated by the crushing weight of mortality. these days i can’t go more than half a shitty cocktail without mentioning that my grandfather is in hospice care and immediately ruining whatever chemistry i’ve got going with the hinge stranger sitting across from me. given that the conversation almost always devolves into me explaining the plot of christopher nolan’s dark knight trilogy while my date disassociates into my cleavage, it’s not like i’m ruining much. but still, it would be nice to feel like myself again (getting fingered under a well-lit pleather booth).