Sunday, December 27, 2015

Culling

Grandma buys me socks for Christmas.

Just a package of socks, nothing fancy. Not dress socks, not those rainbow toe socks I love so much. She gets me plain old white vanilla tube socks every year without fail.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Eye

I can be anyone.

That’s right: I can be anyone at all. I can be a stranger. What’s stopping me? Why am I still being me?