Why, America. Why did you vote for a racist asshole who molests women and blames everyone for his failures. And screw you, the people that didn’t vote because “they both were bad.” No, one was a bit corrupt and one was batshit crazy. Screw you, the people that sat home and didn’t care. And the ones who have daughters that were assaulted, children and friends that are gay, Trump and Pence won’t care for them. The people who love their Mexican neighbors, love their Muslim students, love their rights over their own body—that’s gone. That doesn’t matter anymore. Pack up your toothbrush, your deodorant, your shoes and shirts. This isn’t America anymore. I don’t know this place.

The Itsy Bitsy Suicide (Long Poem) Pt. I

When my grandmother abandoned me on a Friday night, I was watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles I was on the couch, the small loveseat my father bought when he moved to Fishers– It was our weekend together. Friday, August 20th 2009. I thought, I haven’t heard from her in awhile. I’ll call tomorrow. My father,…

Dear Hillary Clinton

Hi! This is Chloe over in Indianapolis, Indiana. I am here to get a few things off my chest. I think you should reevaluate how you can appeal to young voters, specifically those that have indicated they would vote for Senator Bernie Sanders in the primary election. I am a great brain to pick, as…

Fear and Sickness

I am going to New York City in two weeks. Exactly two weeks from today. And for the past few days, I have been in inundated with headaches and nausea. Nausea that grasps the back of the throat and does not let go. For awhile, I thought it was because of my phobia of taking…

Epilepsy and props with meds

It’s been 18 months since I had my last seizure and was put on medication, and almost a year and a half since my August seizure episode. On August 8th, 2014 while studying abroad in England, I started having a seizure during my sleep. I only know this because my bedmate was awakened by my jerking, and…

Fish-blood

I dreamt it was nightness dived into the algid pool   º   —grecian pillars encircling— º my blonde, fish-blooded sister clamped         around my lovely businessman º an angler told me the businessman loved me— º but sister revealed an elephant in her belly that would stay for two years, that would keep…

If we thought we could do better

Almost everyone does the best they can do at the time. I see this in my own life and when I watch my friends struggle and grow. Some people are so ignorant. They think people are lazy or make excuses. Sometimes that’s true. But believe me, if we thought we could do better—be better—we would….

Stay–free writing exercise with music

I’m listening to the Violent Femmes and wondering how a supermoon can change a relationship. I’m thinking about how I’ve never been dancing–no one’s ever asked me to dance. And this is the time I should go and dance. I should go and not care that I’m alone. I don’t know why I almost cried…