Dangerous Compassions

fat party

“Uoooooh!” I said.

“What?” Ming asked.

“I’m invited to this holiday party over zoom, for fat girls.  I’m not a girl, but I am fat.  I’m a ‘fat girl,’ in a sense.”

Ming was writing something down, sitting in the half-dark with me.  “Hahahaha!  I just put that in quotes.  Look at me.  I’m a ‘fat girl.'”  I did the quotes in the air.

“And there was a question, what’s your favorite holiday song.  And someone said a Sufjan Stevens song.  That’s why I made that sound.”

Sufjan Stevens is my favorite, as you know!  I’m listening to The Child With the Star on His Head right now, wondering if it’s too early to do this to the hotel neighbors.  There, I turned it down.


I am so moody, I’m resenting my own self.  How could my mind be so much work?  I want to jump out the window of my eyes.

Yesterday I knew the late afternoon light was special.  So I pretended I was a moose, and Ming took my picture.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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