Main Squeeze Literary Journal
⠀⠀⠀I look up the definitions of “secret” and “confession.” Am I doing this right? I don’t really believe I am doing anything right lately. That is partly the secret and therefore mainly the point. ⠀⠀⠀But this is who I am now. I only feel pretty on the days without full meals, or on mornings of […]
⠀⠀⠀Today I realized I’m a little too much like the male angler fish. The sea devil. Except it sounds cool when you say it like that. ⠀⠀⠀Shannon, our tour guide, takes us to a nearly blacked-out corner of the aquarium, a dark place away from the sharks, the groupers, the sea turtles, that’s meant to […]
⠀⠀⠀“I’m being buried, I think, under all this rubble,” is what I say to her. She nods like she understands but I don’t think she does. I don’t try to elaborate. ⠀⠀⠀“What’s the rubble made of,” she asks instead. ⠀⠀⠀“Bricks and concrete. Stone. It’s made of heavy things with too many sharp edges. As rubble […]
Main Squeeze Literary Journal