feeling weightless knowing there's nothing beneath me to catch me; all my teeth fall from my mouth but make no sound as they disappear into the gape below
one summer in a small village in the south of france, a praying mantis appeared on my windowsill. i fed her honey every day. the morning of my last day, i woke up and she had left
when i was 8 my therapist had me do an exercise where i made a list of all of the things in my life which i felt i had control over and all i wrote down was “my hair” and “whether or not i believe in god”
As a very young child I really enjoyed performing menial tasks (like de-shelling an entire bag of pistachios) and making my dolls have sex with each other. Then I got into reading, which stole my enjoyment of the mundane and my sense of eroticism