Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

If we had the rest of our lives together, where would you take me?  Would you clasp my hand for take off and still give me the heart of things?  An artichoke, the best pour of wine, the middle of…

I’ll never get it out, all the feelings I have.
I’ll never get them to you in a way you understand
I’ll never know how to say it in a way that won’t make you grieve
Because the second that…

It wasn’t all that long ago. I stayed awake with anxiety, a hot laptop leaving red wormy marks on my stomach. I only noticed them when I got up to pee. I was in too much pain to feel pain.…

 
I love this. These Ray Lamontagne moments, where you’re just sitting at a bar with a glass of Rioja, listening to the soulful voice, the one that sings about flowers falling from hair, about how he’s been to hell…

Never bleach your teeth the night before a dinner party, Mother said, because you won’t get a good nights sleep. You’ll be afraid of swallowing too much bleach, so you’ll drool on your pillows, and in the morning when you…

These days, though mostly the nights, have become a blur.  I hear the wails in my sleep, stirring beneath a tent of comfort, hoping they’ll quiet.  I read them poetry after they eat, trying to avoid the whole eat/sleep cycle…

If I were in New York with you, it would be snowing. My nose would be running, and I’d wipe it on my sleeve, and you’d see me do it, and I’d shrug.  Snow makes moments seem softer and more…

Yeah, so the fcuk what.  I’m an Avril Lavigne song.  There.  I said it. I can’t not be what I am, either.
If you trying to turn me, into someone else
It’s easy to see, I’m not down with that…