Make them whisper to each other, ‘just who is that new girl?’ Turn their knowing eyes into awescapes like children eating their first bit of ____(your favorite childhood nostalgia treat goes here)____. I want to talk to our inner children the way we should’ve always been spoken to. our feelings given acres to run andContinue reading “I want to write a poem that makes my other poems shy.”
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how to survive the unsurvivable or what I do while waiting for the world to regain its color
scrollthrough the photosapp on my phone28,000 pictures and counting-delete duplicatesthe way I want to disappear myself(but I’m not a copy)stareat an image that appears inarguably beautifulor one in which I dorelish in howmy eyes see splendoreven through all the bullshiteven though somedays they can’t on those days death feels like a long awaited pause buttonaContinue reading “how to survive the unsurvivable or what I do while waiting for the world to regain its color”
a court of gate-keeping men sit on their thrones
saying they don’t like my poems, that they never really fucked with me anyway. took months for the air of this to reach me. talking shit is like a cold front- cold air is heavier than the warm displaces it disappears every hug and piece of praise I shared with those poets in a fiveContinue reading “a court of gate-keeping men sit on their thrones”
Just because you don’t want to hear it doesn’t make it fake news.
I speak a poem about my childhood trauma and you don’t like the culpability you say you have different opinions of my past I say I think you mispronounced, “this isn’t how I imagined my legacy” mispronounced, “I made you in my image who are you to be a visionary not just (my) vision?” Mom,Continue reading “Just because you don’t want to hear it doesn’t make it fake news.”
In defense of telling the people you love you love them:
In defense of walking loves’ long promenadeafter falling off that shit so many times: There is boundless joyin dance floors. waterfalls of laughter. cheek kisses. hair dye. studded clothing. friends that love you like it’s easy. in this short short life there is tall wonder. every timeI am nursing my ever-breaking heart,I sing to myselfContinue reading “In defense of telling the people you love you love them:”
it’s been a year of years.
time, head down concentrating- lacing their shoes like a fever-dream I trip over sometimes, I look at the people I love and I see cheekbones and eyelashes. smiles brave and worn. In recent weeks I smile at myself in the mirror every single time I step out of the shower. (it’s liberating to unhold aContinue reading “it’s been a year of years.”
Polyamory: noun:
The philosophy or state of being in love or romantically involved with more than one person at the same time. Says the Oxford new American dictionary I say it is a series of questions Sometimes in the form of People Other times in their natural form: questions would you ever ask a parent to chooseContinue reading “Polyamory: noun:”
My shame is a mold that only grows in the parts of me I refuse to shed light on
Do I need a better flashlight?a braver mouth?a new dictionaryto find fresh wordsto form familiar sounds in new ways? I need brave spaces to fall apartwithout anyone reaching for the threadto stitch me back together. I need people who don’t expect me to always be so strongwho know strength to be expansive and multifacetedthat myContinue reading “My shame is a mold that only grows in the parts of me I refuse to shed light on”
where do you go
to feel? do you call yourselfby namethere? do you comeback different?more? if your heart could callanywhereHome,where would it call? what does it sound like there?what do you knowabout the cavernsof your joy? can you teach me?can we swim there?can we witness each other become?
It is widely known that sunflowers bend towards the sun
it isn’t true but I wish it were, that when they can’t find it, they turn towards one another. As my friend bikes across the entire city so we can trade books and sit six feet apart, I’m sure humans do that exact thing. In a pandemic, there are still poetry readings and celebrations. InContinue reading “It is widely known that sunflowers bend towards the sun”
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