Let me raise a glass of bubbly to going bankrupt and living solo.
In a 200-square-foot efficiency apartment with neighbors who practice their drum circle until 2am every Saturday night.
TO THE FUTURE BY DESMA SHEERER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131
Should I raise a glass to the future,
to something that doesn’t exist,
to the maybe-not-even-probable possibility
of the future turning out the way I want.