Untitled; Marcuse, in Eros and Civilization; Mashed Potatoes
Untitled I step out into the dusk, clutching a cup of cold steeped tea in one hand, a black zip up hoodie in the other. I settle on cement steps, startled by their persistent heat collected from the cloudless day in late July. They warm my butt through holy jeans. I am stoop-sitting, waiting for … More Untitled; Marcuse, in Eros and Civilization; Mashed Potatoes