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  • Guilt

    …because at the end of the day, I connected two comments together and realized how horrifying disrespectful it is to one person and how it’s also sadly true for the other. My aunt lays in the hospital with major health issues, all of which are simple peasant girls surrounding Queen Cancer.  She needs a higher…

  • a small comfort

    It helps to remember it’s a numbers game. Not the way my friend, Bryan, counts numbers, adds them together, until they equal something calming to his brain. Instead, one has to remember that statistically speaking, the odds are against you anyway.   Writing is a skill. The more you do it, the better you become.…

  • Doors: Not a Poetic Post

    This is not an ending. It’s both a door to friendship and a promise that some other door will open with someone else. My latest boyfriend wants to be friends. Well. Okay, he’s not my boyfriend. I’d like a boyfriend. I’d like one too much. But I suppose the best reframe is that the pressure…

  • Happy Holidays (What the fuck kind of thing is that to say?)

    You dropped me with two little words. Happy Holidays. What the fuck kind of thing is that to say? I love my men instantaneously. And am always surprised when the two of us, “us,” combust spontaneously internally how could this happen to me how could he/you not love me why am I powerless to stop…

  • My Best Warm and Fuzzy Poem Yet

    that time of year when lips get chapped I stretch them taunt so the skin rips apart finally giving way to flaps that can be painfully torn away

  • Pastries: let’s not get ahead of ourselves

    Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.   Feeling momentarily hopeful is a far cry from being hopeful. My mood has lifted, but there’s a shadow in the back of my mind, always brooding, peripherally threatening me at all times.   Meeting someone new is not just scary, it’s terrifying. There’s the whole meeting for the…

  • Welcome

    If I wished at all I’d be content from here on From now until then   It was cold out, and he came to cook for me. The warmth of the oven did not compare to the warmth in my feet and gut. We pretended to work together as an excuse to get closer, him…

  • A Little Ditty of Rumination

    I feel goo and the thought of you in the back of my throat I try to shallow and choke it down   to no avail   My stomach is sick and your bullshit was thick as honey or tar and it sticks to me   still   **Note to reader: boredom is fodder for…

  • Progress

    Progress has been made when the color he loved doesn’t automatically  remind me of him Progress when pea green can just be a pretty color         again Progress when lime doesn’t force the echoes of         I have no affection to give you to ring in my         ears Progress when I lay me down…

  • Autumn of My Youth

    the leaves are red turning brown dying down the wind blows a little less fresh my cheeks are paler now instead of thickening my skin is becoming thin my dreams and disappointments more transparent with each intake of breath there’s a shudder of fear that nothing will come out where youth ends life life is…