“A View of My Roommate Views” by Zeke Greenwald

The backlit curtain hung behind your head, and there some seeping neon blurringly bled into purple and pink lightly designed, in the street, by a blue and purple shop sign; but what was more eye-catching was you; hair lit in its loops; sitting up in your bed; not a silhouette, less dark than the bedroom. Watching the Democrats’┬áNational Debate on your phone, tired because you … Continue reading “A View of My Roommate Views” by Zeke Greenwald