Plants dance

The upstairs neighbors upset me from time to time, with loud bangs and scraping. But I’m on the top floor. Sound carries in weird ways which are annoying all the same.

Four young plants moved into the apartment a few weeks ago. One’s called Monstera Deliciosa and I can’t wait for it to sprout holes in its leaves. I check as often as possible, hoping to catch a leaf breaking the moment it happens. [it’s very possible it doesn’t work like this]

Another plant lifts up in the morning with the sun, then shrugs when the light goes behind the buildings. Weird. Plants dance.

It must’ve been about the book the last time I wrote here. I gave up on poetry at some point last year, or gave up trying to make other people read it. Or gave up on making money. I’m trying to give up on every aspect except making them. See how much I’ve changed? I’m easy-going as a houseplant.

YOU vs. ME part 4: BEHIND

Click on the cover or right here to read part 4

“Behind” is the final chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. It’s angsty. It’s full of rage and bitterness. It’s the true spirit of You vs. Me.

Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 2: You’re Better Off
Part 3: Leaving Everything

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Thank you for reading,
Eva

YOU vs. ME part 2: YOU’RE BETTER OFF

Click on the cover or right here to read part 2

“You’re Better Off” is the second chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. This chapter was originally going to be a stand alone chapbook called “Almost Love Poems” but I decided it needed to be part of a larger story.

Other titles in this series:
Part 1: Honestly
Part 3: Leaving Everything
Part 4: Behind

Buy the book here

Thank you so much for reading!
Eva

Coworker chat

At work the other day, a coworker and I talked about how tired and prone to mistakes we were.

I said something my old history teacher used to say, “I’m a few sandwiches short of a full picnic.”

My coworker thought I said “you’re a few inches short of a full dick pic.”

Two-Bucket Puke Day

Just got off work at the music venue. It was an all-ages show so they have to be done at 10.

The crowd didn’t do anything (hardly even danced) it was slow as hell for us. I walked around the club looking for something to do, making sure bartenders and whoever else didn’t need anything.

The person who was Head of Security for the night came up and said, “Eva, there are two huge piles of puke at the door.”

I said, “Sweet, I’m on it.”

And you know those big ole yellow mop buckets you see when the store is closing?

He said, “you’re going to need two buckets.”

Other than that, work was pretty boring tonight. Fine by me.