Ana Espinoza

I’m standing in my too-warm room with a yellow Ticonderoga pencil between my teeth. It’s the summer before college, but the woody taste reminds me of being in elementary school––maybe because I haven’t used pencils to do my homework since then, or felt particularly inclined to chew on them. But I’m doing this right now because an eHow article told me that speaking with a pencil in my mouth would help me learn how to roll my R’s.

Dear readers,

Dear readers,

Dear Grim Readers,

Dear kind, careless, caffeinated reader,

Dear readers,

Dear readers,