Becoming the Ghost
“If I saw her on campus, I altered my route and walked in a different direction.”
I’m still here, I know nothing about you, I’m lighting candles on the periphery.
Gilmore Girls
Sorry I missed your callI was studying; I was so busy, working, at dinner, crying in the garden, hating my hair, hating my feet, hating my bones;just so busy, you know how it is.
I was ghosted by my best friendI hope it never happens to you the worst inexcusable crushing pain I wasn’t worth an explanation. Why why why
It’s the year of the female friendshipBest friends are the new husbands
happy birthday, how are you, guess what, that thing we were waiting for finally happened
Iza Wojciechowska is a writer, editor, and translator of Polish poetry living in Durham, NC. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, The Millions, The Common, Switchback, and elsewhere. For retweets about puns and dogs, follow her on Twitter at @iza_woj.
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