“You need a hobby” he says“Something you like to do”And there’s privilege in that statementIt hits me sitting here on the floorCutting out my hair that’s clogged the vacuum cleanerMy postpartum hair that never stopped falling outIt hits me as I rip the clumps of mefrom it’s roaring mouth To the maddening sound ofThe latest …
Like seasons we drift closerthen split.A cold front blows through middayand I didn’t pack a coat.Turning to face the sun,I realize blood is not thicker than water.for your presence leaves me shivering,amphibian and cold. Of all the rooms we sharedthe womb was my favorite.Our starting line was the same,but where we finish will be miles …
Like baby turtles we partSharing origins but not destinations I still look for your traileach time I stroll the beach.Fading zigzags in the sand:reminders that we will never meet again.
I pity the girl who danced to your rhythmsthinking it was she who created the beat. Your dance is unsafe, unsettling. On a new moon I drift away silently,using the dark to my advantage.Farewell you who once knew me,a stranger to me now.By the full moon you’ll be howling,your outbursts mimicking the tides. I twirl …