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she plays mama's belly like a drum and giggles at the sound. "that's where you began," i tell her we were once one. she scampers toward the fil..

inspired by robert frost's "reluctance"

this is a congrlomeration of several different poems i wrote while living in chicago and struggling to make ends meet.

This is a tribute to a friend who committed suicide in college. She also had BPD, as I do.

I wrote this en route to my grandfather's funeral

listen deep cried out as the door creaked closed, the kind of cry that makes the head heave in its own awful acrid now, no no boils over into ..

A silent action figure at my table, my fallen plastic hero. A dust brown miniature fallen dead on my yellowed table. Late afternoon buttermil..

I wrote this about my ex husband, four years before we got married.

morning makes me stay under, under what i’m unsure, but definitely under it all and not over anything that’s happened years ago or even ye..

lazy disarray. energy’s ebbing. the afterglow’s over. bold, dark like open windows at night, your bright eyes watched my prone fo..