the awokening

walking straight into the gulf of america

Hi!

Thanks for opening this email / reading this post.

me, after half a glass of sauv blanc hits

A little Monday email to take the edge off.

• A summer poem, from my friend Kate, that feels like a fresh-cut bouquet of flowers.

• Bill Ackman, a man who set the stage for an American police state because he believed Harvard students in Cambridge, Massachusetts were in grave danger, bought his way into a professional tennis match because he apparently has a very expensive humiliation kink.

• TBF, I would also react this way if someone wanted to see my Notes app (I’m a poet with mental illness, not the Governor of the second largest state in the US).

• A phenomenon that hits a little close to home: butt inflation. My once enviable posterior is now dwarfed by the booties bought and sold in South Beach. The “Baby Got Back” standard of measure is genius.

• Mother Earth has AFIB because you guys have been STRESSING HER OUT.

Tunes to start the week with:

Gotta start with a retraction! There is a girl in TURNSTILE, sometimes. Thus answering the question: why is this music good?

Another option to keep rocking this summer - this album from Smut, a new-to-me Chicago emo group, is fun and fast.

Finally, when my sister connected to the Bluetooth in my car the other day, this playlist came on and it is fucking crazy. Not sure if I’ve shared before, but if you like psychotic hyper pop, this is for you.

xx