Ghost Parachute

Keira Knightley looks so sensuous when she walks around with her lips constantly parted, but on me, Meredith thinks in front of the mirror, it just looks like mouth-breathing. The chili-red lipstick she’s using in her attempts to forge a thicker pout isn’t even hers; another barista loaned it to her for her first date […]

I want the bottle to land on Jason because kissing him will help me forget the things pressing in on me all the time, like finding my father in the bedroom after school and thinking he’s an angel because his feet are off the ground, his body floating high above, and then I see his […]

Caroline has holes in her feet. They are pussing, oozing yellow and red. The aluminum Venetian blinds are down, but the afternoon light bleeds through their symmetric cracks. Dust particles dance in the air, waltzing and chasseing around each other like bride and groom. A few feet away, a flip phone with a pink bedazzled […]

She sleeps in her car. She eats in her car. She plays her favorite music on her discman, her CDs so warped that when she sings along, she mimics the skips, the warbles, the slides, the burps, the scratches as if they are part of the tune. She remembers singing in the school choir, and […]

Six months after we broke up, Ben and I were still texting each other many times a day. Not that I wanted him back, because I didn’t, until one day, around four in the afternoon, when something felt off and I realized it had been over twelve hours since my phone pinged. Not knowing what […]

You’d be amazed what turns up in Lost Property at the station. I’ve seen it all in my time: bags, phones, walking sticks, glasses, false teeth, and more umbrellas than a lifetime of rainy days. A couple of times, a glass eye. There was even a lost heart once, an animal one I hoped, on […]