I am so soft

I make clouds look stable to be stood on marshmallows, marble staircases feathers, full coat armor. I am a huge-hearted thing. I have reverse grinch syndrome: It’s two sizes too big and I’m too tiny too flight no fight too I only look bad on stage- If you ever have a conversation with me inContinue reading “I am so soft”

If I had a dollar

for every time someone put me atop a pedestal I didn’t ask to definitely don’t deserve to be on I would have enough money to buy each of those people a mirror the size of their insecurities. one that would show them what they actually look like. how striking they actually are- one like thatContinue reading “If I had a dollar”

for all the honey

I have poured out of half-enjoyed human stories in chipped porcelain China cups held haphazardly in the hands of my history- I am writing a to-do list addressing my limitations. I am seeking to sip longer, to be self-loving, to be good, to be just to just be. to unlearn my fear of kissing flickeringContinue reading “for all the honey”

If my voice were a gun

I wouldn’t exactly call it trigger-happy. (See, I know just how often I misfire.) Some days I forget what I sound like entirely. When I start to speak, my voice shakes like an old washing machine. Last winter I swore there were cobwebs growing on my vocal chords. When I introduced myself to you, myContinue reading “If my voice were a gun”