Kit Iyer
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What do I do about my house?
I have one trusty safety pin that I use for any skirt, dress, or pair of pants that don’t fit me. I don’t know how to sew, and I don’t care to learn, so when it comes time to hem or take a waist band in here and there, a safety pin is my best…
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Post-Grad Unemployment: it’s not for the weak I’ll tell you that.
There’s something about being a baby in an adult body that is so cosmopolitan and interrogative that I can’t tell if we should like it, but I know we shouldn’t hate it. We’re losing everything. My money goes to waste buying new lipstick to replace the one I lost the other day. My yogurt tastes…
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The little trickster in my mirror.
Most days I don’t feel my bangs on my forehead. Prickly hair tickling my skin. I don’t feel them until I look in the mirror and see the reality in front of me. Black strands against my face, pimpled and tan. Forced to reckon with a body that is mine. She’s been dancing, prancing, the…
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On joy.
My joy is a collar I wear around my neck that at any moment could grip me, gag me, and kill me swiftly. Think of it like this: a chocolate cake so decadent and rich that the moment it enters your throat, it halts, stops in its place, and you choke. Its thick frosting, cream…
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On heartbreak and the gaping hole it leaves.
“When you love someone, there’s always a tiny part of you that’s terrified that one day you’re going to lose them.”
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Summer Soul Healing: a playlist for your inner child.
A mellow playlist filled with summery guitar strums, pumping heartbeats, and warming vocals to heal your soul and reignite your spark.
Kit Iyer 