February 16, 2024
kansola wakes up and is met with darkness, it is 3am
her eyebags weigh with the sleep left in it, she moves slowly making her way to the bathroom
she opens the bathroom door and instead of the shower or toilet seat, she is met with a market place in the night time bustling with vendors
“atarodo atarodo, pepper pepper… epa,
February 14, 2024
I’m feeling like James Bond but a girl as I’m being driven around by these attractive men in a low to the ground car through the dark streets of Miami. A bottle of Hennessy is cradled between my thighs in the backseat, the dark liquor sloshing around as a slow Bad Bunny song plays on the stereo. After a few beers they ask if we want to go to the beach and naturally,
February 13, 2024
I have always been fascinated with drowning. I can imagine the figure as a feather in the water, drifting lower, back and forth, until all the holes in the body clog up. From then on it’s all dead weight, sinking like hidden treasure to rot out of sight and out of mind. Sometimes I chug glasses of water in rapid succession until I’m coughing to try and simulate how I believe it would feel to be tossed like a game piece in the sprawling waves.
February 9, 2024
The unwritable remains
The unreachable remains
in waves of thoughts.