I'm From the Mud Still

Dog-ear: May 1, 2024 / cover photo found from Fariha Roisin

5/1: It is May and I am mud. It smells like sweet meats and oranges in the kitchen. I keep dreaming of the parts of love I keep choosing to forget, haunted. I wake a little earlier, as if that’s enough, and I admit it, I rely on simply writing my life to save it. The Magnolia that had bloomed first have gotten pushed down and pulled open by the rains th…