11/15/24

we are at a water park. there are giant slides everywhere and also a river that runs through a canyon; you can rent a raft and float all day in the sun. how beautiful, i say, this will be a great day. it's ugly and dirty here, everyone else says, we want to go home and far away from this awful place. i don't know if im gaslit or psychotic or desperate. i dont care. i just want the raft and the sun. and for you to stay.

11/14/24

we are in a cabin, but its not a real cabin its some pocket of consciousness we can meet up at in our sleep through something-like astral projection. but only if we follow certain rules: 1) we have to wait for the small hand of the clock to pause on the seven 2) the copper coins we both have one of have to be held in the palm of our right hand 3) our love has to be honest. if any of these things aren't true the cabin will be full of rotten food and snakes when we arrive. and the yard will be on fire. and we can never go back.

11/11/24 - 11/13/24

11/13

we are in bed. i am the big spoon even though im smaller. X: i could love you forever / Y: you're too good for me / X: your hands need lotion /Y: i don't even know you

11/12

we are at the dinner table. my mom says "Beyonce shouldn't make country music!" (she only wants Dolly to make country music). "But she's from Texas!" I scream, full of rage, and throw my pasta on the floor

11/11

we are in a bedroom. i am having sex with my exes ex (my ex is also there but just watching in a weirdly supportive way). my exes ex hangs a rope from the ceiling and swings in circles around me. she looks absurd. we are laughing hysterically. we never touch. i understand something deep and visceral about their love