I return to my depictions of self and my impulsive drive to chronicle my life in iPhone snapshots. The settings change: a month of moving around. A stack of polaroids next to my dirty sock. The starchy sleep shirt I borrowed from Rob. My new scrunchie around my wrist, the sweatshirt Janelle made for me that fits me perfectly. Wife of the party: a banner, or a label? I’d love to write more about this, but now Michelle has called and I’d rather sit and chat with her about manipulation, meanness, mortality.
Pittsburgh friends! I’ll reading at the corner of Brighton & Lecky at the Books & Beats event at 5:30 this Saturday. I’d love to see you there.