lead tampon in me while i eat my listeria meat & cyclospora riddle veggies and wash it all down with microplastic water. afterwards, i inhale wildfire smoke and listen to the serene sounds of the data center built across the street. there’s a flock cam too recording it all
my family making all these plans for when the baby is born and no one is asking or considering what i, the soon-to-be freshly postpartum and breastfeeding mother wants 😒
“what are you thinking about?” oh you know, just bread. and probably pasta. just thinking about bread and pasta and naan and bagels. thinking about soft pretzels and tortillas and noodles and doughnuts and also bread and
Seasonal depression seems fake until it’s above 40° and sunny in February and it feels like a choir of angels is singing as you walk up to the gates of heaven