Returning to Writing
A brief rundown: in August of 2015, I began school at Agnes Scott College; by November, I was forced to medically withdraw. In January of...
Mother's Day
you look just like her, still. your hair is shorter now. skin, more sand than milk these days. body a vibration. you remember. some...
On "Are You Sexually Active?" on the Psychiatrist Questionnaire
doctor, let me tell you how i do not know the difference between this body and a pile of wishbones discarded after dinner, waiting for...
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there is still enough sunlight in a day for you to matter. you have enough honey in your heart to keep you full years if you will forgive...
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you have no mouth and I only wish it were so easy to claim you in parts. remember the beating at your doorstep? remember the bound feet...
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not all disasters are natural but you have two feet and a pulse and one of these facts needs to have a word with me. define ‘sex’ as...
Postcard from the Last Time You Walked Out
This poem comes from an assignment in my first college creative writing course: we were to write a "postcard" poem, inspired by the work...
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what do i know of sacrifice that isn’t watching your hands move from across the room towards a body that isn’t mine? the magic of you in...
