I have a running list of postcards to send. 
The heat has stolen all the fiction out from me. 
It’s replaced it with compulsive inanity,
The urge to spill hollow words on the backs of photographs 

IN WHICH I DO.

Your smile. Your quiet apology.

The leaves on the trees. You say,

Tell me about the man. I say,

IN WHICH I DON’T SAVE YOU

Your smile. Your quiet apology.

Your warm voice and hands and the leaves still red on the trees.

You planting the grain. You in the garden. You with the milk. 

CIRRUS 

It was a vicious summer.

We were screeching and tarsticky children under the [high riotous sky][IN WHICH I DON'T SAVE YOU] and it was a skinned knee vicious summer. 

THIS IS THE STORY YOURE TELLING YOURSELF

I do not know what you are.
I know the morning glory. But you - 

Sure. Fine. Pick your poison. 

[MIDWEST DYSPHORIA][Midwest Dysphoria]
Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, USA 2011-2015
Madison, WI, USA 2015-2019

[FRGN RSDNT][FRGN RSDNT] 
Singapore, 2019-2020 

Your friends are bad people, but we aren't sure about [you][Elia] just yet. 

Sometime around college, I started playing video games. Video games of substance, I would have told you, because I was a snob. I ran the gamut of indie games. Sword & Sworcery. A few Humble Bundles. The Banner Saga. I wanted to find something meatier, something turn based. I'm not sure what made me find Dragon Age - it was probably googling "video games like DnD that don't suck and are turn based and have gay shit." 

It's dark here, and when I say dark, I'm not being metaphoric. I live in Wisconsin now. Every day smells like snow. 

And I don’t belong here, and I never forget it. 

In retrospect, [I should have known][MSN friends].