Hi. My name isn't Joan Ike. I make really great first impressions. I love to write. I also love to bungee jump, deep sea dive, and leap parachuteless from high-flying planes. But, mostly, I love to write.
Okay, the end.
I breathe in. Deep. I try to find the words to name the feeling. My throat is begging me to exhale, but I keep my lips shut tight. I can feel the smoke, dancing around in my chest. Like that game with the buzzers and the lights you know the one I mean. That's it. she says. Hold it in as long as you can. Do people kill themse... More..
Butterfinger yogurt. I was almost too afraid to try it. It's awful, like I knew it'd be. But I can't stop eating it. I'm going to get fat. But that's okay with me, I guess. And I find myself reading other people's work. Jon-Paul's good. I don't know why I said that, if he reads this, he'll think I'm a stalker now. I'M NOT A ... More..
What was it she told me? You've been cheated out of a childhood, my friend, I'm sorry to have to say. We used to buy these things in bulk, when I was little. And we laughed. Becca and me, sitting, "Indian style", under her dining room table, eating frozen orange juice concentrate from cans. And we didn't need to say much, th... More..
Brace yourself, I'm getting better. It feels a little worse, somehow. Tell me about when you were my age. Tell me about when Dad was my age. I'll tell you about when I was my age. And, like, there's way too many people. And there's way too little space. But, if some of us moved to the moon then, maybe, we'd all be okay. But,... More..
Now, go. Just turn around. You're fine. You aren't really leaving me behind. I'll be here, and you will be half way gone by morning. You and I- it couldn't work. We really should've known it wouldn't work. And, yes, it was perfect. And, yeah, it was fierce. Don't forget the way we love. Now, I will- I'll grow up and get marr... More..
side by side on a skinny sidewalk, but we make sure to keep from touching. I think the slightest brush of shoulders would send either of us tumbling. Now what? Becca, Lindsay, Milo- they'd throw their arms around me in one of those famous fantastically warm group hugs. But Jane. Here with Jane. Don't tell me this playground ... More..
Because you loved me, because I tried to love you once, because everybody looks so much prettier when it's been raining outside. Because you were afraid, because I was alone, because I'd spent the whole day reading "Chuck Norris facts" online. I told you about her. I told you about the dresses she made and the people she tal... More..
Wherever you go. Whatever you do or don't do. I need you to know I don't love you. I don't think about you. I don't wonder how you're doing. I don't wonder if you're coming back. And I don't think about her. I don't think about how she looks so much like me. I don't wonder if the baby's a boy or a girl or even if it's health... More..
Here we are. And it's okay. I never loved you anyway. I don't care for mornings much. I don't like the sun that much. I don't like the sun that much. I don't like the sun. Look at me. I'm alright. You're alright, so, we're both alright. We're all alright. I never liked that movie much. I told you I did, you loved it so much.... More..
What I know of her: She's really, really cute. Her eyes are really blue. Blue eyes just like you. She's funny and she's smart. She wants to be a third grade teacher. But she majored, way back when, in art. And that's her real passion. She makes caps. Summer caps, winter caps. All I'm certain about you: You're really, really ... More..
Joan Ike
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