Regarding my present life status: Yesterday I binged season four of Insecure. In bed. While ingesting the full contents of one movie theater box of Reese’s Pieces. That I identified with this particular season more than forty-eight-year-olds are supposed to? may also be relevant. At what age is it socially acceptable to define, or re-define, ourselves? Is the general populace under the impressi...

Hot tears peak from the crevices of my eyes  Burning with lost passion as each run towards its escape route down my cheeks Forming on my pillow as one A sight of pain in which grief has become the cause and its effects I’m feeling in the marrow of my bonesI too will grow from thisAnticipated heartbreak encircles my skull like vultures awaiting a fresh corpseRaging in the pit of my stomach like...