Tag Archives: Sarah Ghoshal

Plan

I would look at the map             and it was all planned                         the way you plan to die.             It was all there, wrapped in actual feelings and desires             and I stomped my feet on the interstate in frustration,             feeling my dress … Continue reading

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Lists = Art

Your ability to watch television and read at the same time. Your knowledge of stupid shit. The way your hair curls just a bit on the left but not at all on the right. Your sore muscles. Your lists. So … Continue reading

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