they say 2022 is supposed to be the year of the ❤️‍🔥

this is gonna be a long one

Kelly responding to Larissa’s short, sweet & drunk piece from last week with a buttload of (sober) airplane thoughts.

they say 2022 is supposed to be the year of the

lovers
but so far 
it’s been the year 
of purging residuals 
so buckle in
make sure your seat backs 
are upright & your tray tables stowed
because this is gonna be a long one 
I’m not sure
if I’m taking off or landing 
checking my own baggage 
or someone else’s 
I’m very good
at making things look good the circus 
arrives without warning you know 
it’s rainy season (again) & I’m just 
over here 
planning for my parallel lives how 
are you feeling? 
sorry I meant 
what
are
you
doing? 
dancing
on tables hbu? 
hey, 
get back where 
I want you in that 8 ball 
Britney Spears is the most broken
out of the matrix of all of us
siempre fresco
entonces, pizza
never thought I’d ever
see the day when
Emily in Paris shoots her husband
but my words are sweating
& this bed is the best vessel
& America is a construct 
& Market Basket is a time machine 
& Twizzlers remind me of dressing 
rooms have to learn how to be around
other people tell me I’m the greatest but 
the ones I let close always say 
I’m the worst
I’m sorry
ok
good talk some ducks 
dive deep while others 
cannot dive at all                                                                                                                     
I’m an excellent driver 
baptized by the sun 
murdered by the sleet
never married
twice divorced
se vende: rumors
I want a partner 
for weeknights & Sunday mornings 
only happily ever after the after a ghost 
is just seeing your future turned 26 
& been raging backwards ever since 
chocolates on the pillow 
aren’t enough for some 
people just have to live through things
halving the halves until they can’t 
have it anymore not sure 
if I need to say what I’m thinking 
or think what I’m saying 
more peanut butter & bile
started this birth-month throwing up
been nauseous since late-August 
so I’m used to this 
manic pixie life of the party 
plane-hopping to perfect places
kind of went from great expectations 
to no more 
Marianne or Suzanne bitches 
like you are the problem
searching for the next island
to violate common sense itself 
says that everyone 
should have a right to vacation
but the 10% is hoarding 
the only good snorkeling spots left
they call it “Tamargringo”
feels weird to be one of the few
who can move around so freely 
these days Twitter is enemy territory
where we’d rather “resist” than exist 
& get our hands dirty together
Fisher said the goal isn’t to be 
an activist but to activate 
like Lindsay on Summer House
if you’ve screenshotted
my drunk texts save ‘em cuz 
one day they'll be relics 
of my early work you can sell them 
on t-shirts (iykyk) the demons
& gremlins have exited my body but 
they’re still fenced into my yard
so I’ll have to spin away
like one of those Sky Dancer barbies 
from the 90’s if icebergs 
are just people who smile
when they’re sad then 
are volcanoes with tops concealed 
by clouds just people 
who cry when they’re really 
angry I don’t know but 
if you see a deer in your front yard 
or a crow at your window…                                                                                              they’re mine                                                                                                                      
mucho gusto

Hey, besties! I have no prompts/homework for you this week because I am still jetlagged AF and my brain is hardly functioning. Instead, why don’t you check out our first podcast episode on #TRPPLFFCT. 🙃

Love you bye,

K