Creative – Page 4

Conversations with Popi

“She buried her face in talcum powder. How comforting. How soothing.”

“you drink me in the mango light …”

“Alive and awake, it whistles with content …”

“He taught me how the deranged make love …”

“she hid behind no hinges, handles,”

“In my dreams, there is a girl …”

“According to my grandparents, the squieelie would kidnap us if we were by the river at night and devour us whole. The last bit made it stick.”

“They say that Time-Heals-All-Wounds,
But they never told me about the scar that came afterwards.”

“Why don’t I just upload a tearful selfie to Instagram?”

“And the rib that the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man.”