She Saw the Fire Through the Window
Crack. Splinter. Pop. Someone’s at the door. Instead of politely ringing the bell she’s decided to barge right in wether I am ready or not for her. She is wrapped…
Tag: Self Love
The Runner
There’s a new softness in my belly. At fourteen, this would frighten me. Thinness and hardness indications of worth an inner *cha-ching* as my body sells the world an idea.…
Another Pandemic Poem
A smudgy mirror, but I don’t care. It adds to my vibe, to the streaked foggy feel that is real on the inside. Outside it’s 30 degrees and I need…
Pandemic Stress
My eyes are red and puffy, shoulders tensed up to my ears my stomach’s got gymnastics moves, I’m sweating sitting here. My neurons won’t turn on bright the fog lights…
