August 14, 2022
I woke up feeling exhausted and sore. My dog hasn’t been keeping food down. We think it might be the brand of dog food, so we’re trying something different to see if that helps. I did some yard work, clearing trash from the storm and tree trimming. I might have overdone it.
The Last Eight Months
#TLDR This story is about my experience working for a five-year-old immigration “start-up” company.
It’s another day; my brain is pressed and melted. Someone asked me why I was the perfect person for a job I didn’t want; my response left a greasy after taste. I’m feeling dizzy from all the hoops and hurdles. I want to lie down and get high.
The end of our journey on the horizon’s center; the last stop to this asylum in the midst of winter. Darlings of destitution painting erotic distractions on the latex; the essence of ambition covered within the toxic keepsakes. Cold doors keeping out the warmth of affections; our bodies wrapped tightly within the canvas of preconceptions.…