Why write when Tim Horton’s has the NEW RED VELVET CUPCAKE?
When Zara’s new floral jeans are $49.99?
They also sell knitted sweaters, flat rim hats, faux gold necklaces, OPI nail polish, Mavi jeans
There are so many things
How do you fit into it all?
How do you make an impact?
I want to be a writer—a surveyor of the trivialities of our time
Bare feet on bathroom entrance mat
Grey covers over left shoulder
In front of the long rectangular mirror
Mascara on left eye clumped together
Dry mouth, lack of saliva, swollen tonsils
I want to be a novelist—an archaeologist excavating everyday life
Blogs, backpacks, iPhones, Wunderbar, GRE prep, Birkenstocks, stripped shirts, turtlenecks
New York City is my next destination
Where people don’t obey red lights when crossing
Where street vendors sell coffee and tacos
Where subway escalators are lined with dirty silver panels
A sarcastic writer moving to New York City to make it big? How original.