Birthday-themed guided meditation. New shoes, broken toe. I will take the master bedroom. We all peer into the refrigerator and agree that it is expansive. We also all agree that Coke tastes best out of a glass bottle, and worst out of a plastic bottle. A can is in-between. This decision is reached unanimously, harmoniously, creating a kind of Coke garden among us. We sit in it and snort ketamine. I sit in it and tell everyone I am totally okay with no longer being in my twenties. I go upstairs into the bathroom and whisper into the mirror: oh […]