anxiety ongoing. My sister is visiting and I may or may not have eaten a plum contaminated with Listeria, and I may or may not get to go to a concert. Over-stimulated. Am I really an adult.
We ate each other we ate pickled herring we ate gruyere cheese. We ate the animal out of each other’s bodies we ate steak we ate chocolate two women my chocolate. We drank each other we drank all the beer we drank all the wine we peed outside. We got high on skin and cum and sweat we got high on pot. We came in waves we ran out and into the waves.
—Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
"I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much."
— The House on Mango Street—Sandra Cisneros (via yungkumari)