by Rachel Tanner Sunday is the lord’s day and the lordis my bed. I stay here, wrapmyself up, stretch my limbs outlike a starfish. There is no one else hereto take up room that is rightfully mine.Mine mine mine mine mine. My bed is a table. It’s a desk. It hascrumbs in it from who-knows-whenand I don’t give a fuck. I Read More
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Leave it for Tomorrow
by Toni G. Maybe my responsibilities will wait forthe rain and not ruin the blue sky of today.I want to stay in and not worry aboutthe many errands that need to be done.I want to fall into an unmade bed, snuggledeep in lukewarm covers. I’ll eatwhen I’m hungry, not the scheduledbreakfast at 7, lunch at 1, and dinner at 8.Allow Read More