Mexican Pain Pills and Butterflies

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Rumpus managing editor Zoë Ruiz has a new essay at Ohio Edit. She talks about pain management, sex, friendship, and visions.

“On Tuesday night, I drive to a bar on Spring Street in downtown Los Angeles to meet a poet. We are going to discuss poetry and what he will read on Thursday evening. As I drive through the tunnel on Second Street, I have a vision of me as a butterfly. In this vision, I wear a black shirt and black leggings, and attached to my back are gigantic wings. They are bright, translucent, and orange.”

 


Ashley Perez lives, writes, and causes trouble in Los Angeles. She has a strong affinity for tattoos, otters, cat mystery books, and actual cats, but has mixed feelings about pants. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles. She runs the literary site Arts Collide and does work of all varieties for Women Who Submit, Entropy, Jaded Ibis Press, and Why There Are Words. You can find her on Twitter at @ArtsCollide. More from this author →