with Kimberly Ann Southwick
The last thing that made you smile
My husband talking about a radio program he listened to that made him think of me—I cry at everything, & he said he was thinking of how if I’d been listening to it, I would have cried. It was stories about people’s moms.
I tell all my secrets because I’m a terrible liar & tell everyone I’m a terrible liar & they’re, then, not really secrets—but there are some secrets I hold super close in me that I’ll never tell & I guess that is a secret in & of itself in a way.
The last thing you wrote
Today, I’ve been filling out notecards for the feminist theory & criticism comprehensive exam I’ll have to take this upcoming Fall, but I don't think that’s what you mean—I wrote a poem a few days ago inspired by this Rei Kawakubo quote: “Contemporary culture does not allow for nuance.” Mostly, I have been editing the work I wrote during April for NaPoWriMo—I wrote 30 poems! I spilled over into May to make it to thirty, but still. I don’t think I’ve ever made it before this year.
Your favourite city
Philadelphia comes to mind first—I lived there 6 years & miss it dearly. But I also am falling slowly in love with New Orleans, the more time I spend there. If I could have New Orleans’ weather in Philly, that might take the cake. Most of my family lives very close to Philly, so that’s a strong pull for me. But the cold makes me miserable.
What you’d place in a time capsule
If I were to open it in ten years: screenshots of the websites I visit most (my gmail, twitter, facebook pages), a sheet of forever stamps, and a pillow that had been made in the shape of my favorite emoji, this guy: 😎
If someone else were to open it in 100 years: one of my journals &/or scrapbooks, my most recent retired iPhone (plus its charger), and some honey from my Mom’s bees.