I want to use adjectives ending in -ent that contain odd combinations of consonants: lambent, nascent. But none of them are pertinent.
I want to wrap my body around the dollar fifty bottle of Wet n Wild Basic Beach I bought at the dollar store and let it fill the hollow inside me.
I feel slow, like a personification of the art project of people covered in honey. The CD skips in blatant opposition to this feeling. Mindless Self Indulgence stutters along.
I had stories to tell but they’ve changed their minds.
The air smells of poverty and mud.
Not going to the grocery store for garlic feels less like self-care and more like petty, misplaced passive aggression. I don’t care; I’m not going.