Permanent Retrograde

I can’t remember the last time my PMS was this bad. My hormones are setting my brain on fire. I was pacing through the house when it hit me that singing would calm me down. I couldn’t find Bea’s karaoke mic, so I went and bought one so I could lay here tonight and sing to my cats and dog. Feel calm. I painted. I ‘killed’ time alone. I sang. I drank a ton of water, drank a weed drink and took half...

She smokes her cigarette out the window of her bedroom, waiting for the nightingale to call and the street racers to come down the freeway. In the six years she’s lived in her house, she’s only smoked in it twice before. The first time when there was a rainstorm, and the second time when there was a rainstorm. There is no rainstorm today. That means the cars will come out. She needs the cars tonig...

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