A Late-Night Playroom Soirée Lauren Aspery Sitting cross-legged on the blue carpet under the glow of the bare yellow bulb. Sipping water from a tiny wine glass, plastic, also yellow; small enough for the fist of a seven-year-old girl. Intoxicated between notes of melamine and the glare of the lime green walls. Drunk in my make-believe kitchen, drinking from my make-believe cup, wine straight from the bathroom tap. I turn to the radio and press play. “MY TITANIC CD!” starts […] Continue Reading
