Chloe Blades

Where I’m At When I Close My Eyes And Imagine Being In Italy All Decadent With My Friends When I’m Actually Being Poked In The Face By A 3 Year Old, The Baby’s Crying And I Have To Pack Lunchboxes

What I Imagine My Table Looks Like At Book Club When The Conversation’s On Books By Women Who Secretly Receive Men In The Afternoon And We’re Wondering If Everyone’s Secretly Receiving Men In The Afternoon?

An Evening At The Table Celebrating How Brilliant Women Are As We’re Forced To Watch Powerful Men, Who Turned Out To Be Such Losers, Burn The World Down

What I'm Imagining I Could Manifest My Way Into When The Post-Partum Depression Passes, If Rather Than Using Meditation I Used More Medication

What I Imagine My Table Looks Like When I'm Wondering Who I Am In Italy Without My Children

What I Imagine When Sat At My Table Thinking About How Beautiful The World Can Be Yet Trump's President, Democracy's Almost Dead, and Brian Tamaki's Taking His Inability To Be Loved Out On Drag Queens

When I’m In My Chateaux With Deborah Levy And My Butler’s Feeding Us Grapes While We Drink A Cellar Load Of Wine And Talk About Real Estate

What I Imagine My Table Looks Like When My Dinner Party's Cancelled And I Get To Drink All The Wine And Read All By Myself

What I imagine When Sitting At My Table On The Beach In Skiathos, As If I’m Some Kind Of Shirley Valentine, While Reading Plath, Is How Many Women Reach A Certain Age or Stage and Just Think Fuck It