Hold on. I'm still waiting for the non-existent past to beat-beat out that song that just doesn't sound real anymore. Not in the airy way of feeling high and-- no, like listening to soft lies, earnestly begging to be forgiven for being lies, and just be believed in. Bumb-bumb-bummer that someone with no heart wrote … Continue reading Lying Music
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Identity Theif
A man from India lied to my ear, frankly, to siphon from me American cash for his hard worked living. "Scam," they say in the spirit of the Victorian age, unable to just say "Theif." Cut the connection. Slice the red line. No one safe from the curse of the land. And all their gold … Continue reading Identity Theif
I Live
My breath tastes of green onion. Chai isn't enough to balm the taste. Desk lamps shine on lonely work, and I want to read to be taken away, but the clench the onion brings me back. I ate dinner. I function. I breathe. I live. And it sticks to me like green onion breath, overpowering … Continue reading I Live
Mama’s Words on Being Cheap
"Things of the world," my Mama says. I remember her singing rock songs of the poor thumping her hand on the roof of my grandma's mini-van, and sipping a refil of Pepsi. "If I can't afford a pop, only then will I be destitute," my Mama says. I remember her bringing a bag of discount … Continue reading Mama’s Words on Being Cheap
Unwanted Road Trip
Check one, sunrise. Head thump and eyes blur, because my walls stayed sleepless. Perhaps, because they weren't mine. Check two, morning. A purr, a groan, and press an engine past 200,000, because old is all we are. Check three, noon. Siestas are for the poor who have no time for them. And home is far … Continue reading Unwanted Road Trip
Author T.S. Lowe 