As a child I lived like a tortoise, my home hitched up on my back, neatly packed away in an overnight bag. Never belonging, but always moving. Back and forth, back and forth. The reality of a joint-custody divorce. At eighteen, I met a boy who promised me home lived within the two of us.… Continue reading Home.
There are many days where I stare into the future, with a clenched fist. I make silent promises to myself: This will get better. You will get better. You can live through this. I hold these whispers in my palms, and let them slip through my tiny fingers, like ashes released into the wind. I… Continue reading 12.11.18
I remember your hands. The roughness of your fingertips, tinged in illegal cigarettes, and your palms – soft and warm. My own felt small and infantile, eclipsed by yours. At times, I felt eclipsed by you entirely. I thought that we were made for each other, the way that my head hit just beneath your… Continue reading Hands
Blood is not thicker than liquor, I lament while refusing to celebrate your birthday. This is the mark in the road, the crease in the map, where I trace the red line back to the beginning. When I was small, you were the brightest star in the sky – Illuminating, reflecting down upon everything that… Continue reading Liquor
My body is mine My body with its curves You say in all the improper places Is mine My body that widened After giving life itself Is mine My body with its scars Seen and unseen Scars from the men I’ve shared it with Scars from the words of people I’ve never known My body… Continue reading Mine
You left me in the rain that night The universe unsympathetic of my broken heart I could have let every tiny drop swallow me whole But I didn’t let them touch me Because I love even the broken bits Even the selfish bits you gave me My love for you is pouring out of me… Continue reading Not Yours
2016 was a trying year for so many of us. From the election results to deaths within my own family, I am definitely happy to have finally said goodbye to a shit-show of a year that seemed to drag on endlessly. However, from shit grows roses. I have to admit, I learned a lot during… Continue reading Things that I learned in 2016