Gabriella Warnick

  • Gabriella Warnick
    Published about a month ago
    Convenient Rhymes

    Convenient Rhymes

    I don’t know how to do anything. How to read, how to watch television, or even how to sleep. All I seem able to do is lie uncomfortably in a bed kicking off sheets and socks and thrashing at the heat. My brain is sorting ideas and thirsting for images to absorb and words to combine into thoughts. But it’s boring. How? Why?