I grabbed my mom and yelled at her to make the room stop spinning.
This is a little something I wrote when I was supposed to be paying attention in a class. I hope you enjoy. ————– She’s beautiful. That’s the first thing I notice when she walks in. In a class where I’m trying to pay attention to Prufrock’s lament, to Woolf’s window, to Ausenbach’s obsession, she catches … Continue reading Small bit of prose.