"I try writing about feeling old at twenty and out comes a story about a bird that accidentally flies north for the winter. I try writing about the pit in my stomach and all that comes are stories about peaches being sliced open to reveal empty centers. I try to write about feeling homeless and end up writing my most beautiful love poem yet. I give it to a homeless man on the street and he uses it to blow my nose, then asks me if I have any change. I give him everything in my pocket and make my way to a casino, where I close the door behind myself in a bathroom stall, rest my head on my knees, and read the graffiti scratched above the lock. I write “Now what?” next to someone’s phone number, but no answer comes. I write a story about a boy who falls in love with a ghost, only to chase it away with his clinginess. In the end, the boy tells the ghost it’s not allowed to not give up on him, not after he’s tried so hard, until the frustrated ghost screams, But I didn’t ask to be haunted! My mom reads it and says, Hey, hey, you don’t have to cry. I didn’t know your ex was that bad. I try to write a story about the future and, after spending hours hunched over my computer, print what I’ve typed. All that comes out is a single page with ‘I don’t know’ on it. I stare at it for ages, then try to write a story about it. But there is nothing left to say."
The Apple & The Snake
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