Instruments of Survival

She brushes on her smile with her foundation. One hand holding her compact and mirror, the other working the smile deep into the contours of her face, cementing it in for the rest of the day. As the morning rushes by her outside the train she paints her eyes open and shades them from ill…

Reminder

He is reading a book my grandfather gave me. A book I never finished in time to return it before he died. A book I never got to discuss with him. He is wearing a cap that newspaper boys wear in quaint “historical” movies that make me think of my sister and I playing dress…

And One More Thing, Present Michelle

And One More Thing, Present Michelle, Stop making cookie dough and eating it straight out of the fridge. Also, could you please get off your ass and do that exercise plan you keep talking about? It would be reaaaaaally helpful right about now. Not Bathing Suit Ready, Future Michelle P.S. – Past Michelle was right.

Gravity

Her face looks pained and sorrowful. Her brows pinched together in pain or concentration. Her straightened red hair is partially tucked behind her ears, the rest of it hanging over them to mostly hide them from view. She has white ear buds in and her mouth is down-turned. Every part over her face seems to…

Yeah, Really, Present Michelle

Yeah, Really, Present Michelle, Get over yourself and how about you put that doughnut down and think about Future Michelle? She’s going to be yelling at you for it soon! Unrepentant, Past Michelle

An Artist

Her jeans are caked in paint, the left knee ripped open, the bottom cuffs frayed from use. She has a black pea coat on and has a fabric Trader Joe’s bag and a teal leather purse sitting in her lap as she texts on her phone. Her shoes were once black, her right one faded…

Really Past Michelle?

Really!? Reaaaaaally, Past Michelle? Do you know what the scale said this morning? Do you? I am up two pounds because of you and your cinnamon buns and molten lava cakes and homemade whipped cream! Could you please think about me before you stuff your face with every sugary thing in sight!? Heavier than last week,…

Gone to Seed

She reminds me of a high powered woman who works in my building, if she had gone to seed. She is wearing turquoise satin pants and has a backpack with technicolor cats on it. Her hair is poofy and her bangs fall into her face while the rest is pulled back into a high bun….

#18 – You Won’t Let Me Help You

I am so sorry for the hiatus on this. Things have just been hectic and weird, but WE ARE BACK! This is number eighteen of the top 30 reasons for why normal people should not date a superhero(ine). Remember supers! This is all in good fun, BUT if you see yourself in these reasons you should…

Sleeping and Pouting

He looks like he is sleeping and pouting, not reading on his tablet which I can clearly see him fiddling with, flipping through articles of the Economist. Head tilted down to look at the screen, his eyes lowered to read, he appears asleep, but his lips slightly pushed out giving him a resting pout face….

Not Quite Motorcyclist

He looks like a motorcyclist except for his blinged out chrome gold sneakers and the furry scarf that tucks down into his well-fitted black-leather jacket. His form-fitting black jeans are soft and worn in, with three seams at the knees and a checkered pattern between the knees and his front pockets. He doesn’t have much…

Two bags

Two bags between his feet. One is very full, straining a little at the seams. It is olive green with a supple, warm auburn leather on the bottom and black fabric for handles. The second bag is less full and black. His shoes are dark brown leather with little holes for ventilation. His dark blue…