The Oregon coast
California but not forever
Hot coffee (black), a cigarette, an open window.
Once, an old boyfriend bought me pink tissues when I was sick because he knew pink was my favorite color. They looked so pretty crumpled up in the trash—like flowers.
Your rituals (writing or not):
I make my bed every morning / whenever I get out of it for the day. I started a few months ago, probably around the inauguration? and haven’t missed a day since. It’s pretty much the only thing holding me together aside from this pair of high waisted jeans I got at American Apparel after they announced they were going out of business, which are so tight that they make me feel like I’m in control.
When I write, I make myself a cup of black tea (usually Earl Grey or English Breakfast). Then I pour a generous slug of whiskey in it (usually Bulleit bourbon). Then I keep adding hot water or whiskey depending on how the writing’s going.
Least impressive thing about you:
I have no sense of interior design or homemaking ability.
Favorite space to write:
My couch, by the big bay windows in my apartment
Poet’s House (preferably with a view of the water)
What should we know:
Guilty literary pleasure:
Best book nobody talks about:
Edinburgh, by Alexander Chee. But! HMH just reissued it and I am so happy, because it’s a real gem.
Last time you lied:
I said the volume of the music was fine.
It wasn’t. (I’m sensitive.)