Blue bands in agarose, the current bubbling.

One hundred volts on negative strands.


Large to small, they move.


We have to wait.


I remember


what I’m






–Elizabeth Lacey



Welcome to my home: the one of “hospitality.”

Come in through the door, unlocked as you can see.

Walk down on the carpet, look off to the left.

See that you’re not welcome here; I have tried my best.


–Elizabeth Lacey

via Daily Prompt: Hospitality

131: I Should Have

Sequel to “I Could Have

When I first told my family I was capable of such evil, they didn’t believe me. I was a good girl. I was the favorite child. I was not a bad person.

“You didn’t do anything bad. You didn’t know about him.”

I should have known. I should have remembered my place.

My mom attempted to console me on the phone as I laid in my twin XL bed hidden under the covers. I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet for the day. I didn’t feel like it. The tears from my eyes made contact with the glass of my iPhone and made a greater area of my cheek wet. I hadn’t stopped crying today. I didn’t feel like it.

My roommate came back from the dining hall and just looked at me under the large duvet. She went back to her work and I knew that was the cue to hang up the phone. I pressed the red circle on its white icon and went back to bed.

I saw her. I saw the girlfriend on the plaza the next day. She looked through me. I looked down. The tears came back.

I should have known. I should have remembered my place.

via See Jane Write: 365 Blog Post Ideas and Writing Prompts

White Meat

I cut into the overcooked chicken, the blade

of the knife contacting the ceramic underneath.

On my own, I am returned the responsibilities that

I had hoped for.


This specific responsibility, I never

would have imagined to regain.

The riddance of prior supervision has rewarded me

the gift of my independence.


I tie up the garbage bag, just another

responsibility I did not expect to resume.

But even the most mundane of responsibilities

can be a privilege.


–Elizabeth Lacey


This word of the day was too easy. I’m sitting in yet another coffee shop—this time the classic Starbucks since it opens at 6:30 AM—doing work of some variation. I’m wearing a sweatshirt with no bra; you can see my nipples. I’m wearing my mom’s leggings; you can see panty lines. Finals are going well.

I’ve already taken my physics exam and received 0.3 above the minimum for the letter grade that I want. I’m studying biochemistry at the moment, writing in a Rhodia notebook with a sepia tone pen. I’m boujee, remember?

I always go back to this time last year. This time last year during finals week, I got mono and passed out on the floor in my dorm room. I had to be taken to the hospital by EMS. I was afraid of what could be wrong. And behold, I had mono. I attribute the kissing disease to “wet week” a month and a half prior.

I did absolutely horrible on my finals last year. Many of those grades bumped me even lower than I already had (cough, cough—genetics). Being hospitalized earlier in the month and now being sick, I had to take incompletes on my final papers. I had a ton of fun doing those over the summer. Woo hoo.

Now, I’m sitting cross-legged on a wooden chair at a table with my study materials sprawled out ready to get another dirty chai. I finally feel capable for finals week. Like my pen-stained pencil case says, “just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly…”

via Daily Prompt: Final

So It Goes

Many people are not fond of life.

Heavy smoking is just

a classy way to commit suicide.


Kilgore Trout,

seen in three out of

the fourteen, he finds,

“What is the point of life?”

scrawled on a bathroom stall.

He responds, “To be the eyes

and ears and conscience of

the Creator of the Universe,

you fool.”


Life is no way to treat an animal

-inscribed on Trout’s tombstone.


And what do the birds say?

All they can say about all this:




–Elizabeth Lacey

(inspired by the works of Kurt Vonnegut)

130: 10 Steps on How to Stay Calm

  1. Take the biggest damn breath in
  2. And out
  3. Make some chai with milk and 3/4 packet of sugar
  4. Put on some noise (i.e., your favorite Spotify playlist, a fan or three)
  5. Take another huge breath in
  6. And out
  7. Distract yourself with something you like to do (i.e., read some angsty poetry, get off)
  8. Tell yourself, “I’m doing the best I can”
  9. Take one more damn breath in
  10. And out

via See Jane Write: 365 Blog Post Ideas and Writing Prompts

I’m in a Maze

I’ve found myself stuck in a maze for the past two weeks. I don’t know where I’m supposed to go. At the moment, I’m sipping a matcha latte and staring at a shelf full of Jose Cuervo. I’ve found a new place that I can inhabit. It’s a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop a block away from my apartment. It has orange and white striped walls and tiny wooden tables accompanied by chairs clad in floral padded seats. It’s quite nice.

However, I still don’t know where I get out of this maze. I’ve made many varied attempts. I hung out with the same Jose Cuervo this past Saturday night and made friends with a flattened hamburger on my floor. I immersed myself in Sense8 and pasta with solely Parmesan cheese instead of watching a rightfully underrated musical group perform. Despite these varied measures, I still don’t feel like I’ve found the exit of this feeling: one of sadness and confusion about such sadness.

Someone once told me to think of the unknown causes of emotions this way: imagine a man standing on a bridge with water below. His pants are on fire. He doesn’t know why his pants are on fire. He tries to think back to whether he was smoking or if there was a fire nearby. But he shouldn’t do that. He should just jump into the damn water and put out the fire on his pants.

I know this will pass. “This too shall pass,” my grandma always tells me. I hate that saying; she says it too damn much. I also hate “everything happens for a reason.” Sure things need to have some root cause, but you can’t always know the reason. Sometimes you just need to do keep on trying doing something good for you now and think about the cause later. Sometimes you just need to jump in the water.

via Daily Prompt: Maze

My Father Hands Me a Leaf

I haven’t seen this before.


Green blades armed toward

the sidewalk. Flowers drowned

by sunlight over the rail. My

father hands me a leaf. “This

is lamb’s ear. Feel it.” I rub

the leaf between my

thumb and pointer finger. It’s

quite soft.


–Elizabeth Lacey