Semi-Daily Scribbles

There is no magic. No need to live in seclusion with esoteric texts to break down. The library in your head works just fine. Go ahead, try it. Close your eyes and let memory transport you to:

– the cedar tree fort and the way its sweet pungency hit the back of your throat;

– the numbness in your toes and the tightness in your back from sitting all day in a very non-ergonomic chair at your first job as a receptionist at your uncle's construction company;

– the suppers of burnt toast and tea;

– pennies and blood and a fist to the face.

You can open your eyes now.