Moving My Body

I am called back to this place with pipes and broken glass like I am called back to you. Differing reasons, similar feelings. Being with you makes me want to go outside.I look for any reason to head out the door now– Whatever excuse I can find to move my body,To keep moving my body,ToContinue reading “Moving My Body”

The Importance of Breaking From Routine

I wrote a poem the other day as I was on my way out the door that included this stanza: It’s important to go out at odd times sometimesTo break from your routineRemind yourself you’re not locked inThat there’s a whole big world just waiting Writers and other creative types often talk about the importanceContinue reading “The Importance of Breaking From Routine”

I Move to a New City

I move to a new city,Ask it to read me poetry.The city obliges,But do I listen?Not always. I move to a new city,Where there’s a lot more graffiti,Fewer trees,And construction that goes on all year.My date whispers there’s a conspiracy,Doesn’t want them to overhear. The date I know I’ll never see again.I haven’t loved anyoneContinue reading “I Move to a New City”

early adolescence in the mid-2000s

Content Note: this piece includes mention of abuse, disordered eating, and self-harm. early adolescence in the mid-2000spink-and-blackgloss that gives my lips bee stingsidentity reduced to the nail polish relatives buy me every birthdayholding on to stuffed animalsuntil a big bag of them gets thrown awaymean girls, misogynistic boys, mini skirtslearning what calories are and countingContinue reading “early adolescence in the mid-2000s”

Not Even a Goodbye

No one owes you anything,Yet you can’t help that feelingOf resentment from bubbling upAs you watch & witnessSomeone’s interest in youGradually begin to wane.It happens to all of us.It’s happened to me this way and the other,But it still hurts to see, to feel,Someone slowly slip away,Stop messaging back,Cancel your dates,Become too busy,Too busy forContinue reading “Not Even a Goodbye”