Fragile and fleetingTheir growth shadows my ownI look up and there are linesIn my face Lines I’ve earnedLines I do not want erasedBy now my neuroticism has softened By way of experienceI do not wash their handsOr clean their earsWith such precision But it happened in an instantTruly, a moment The days I longed to …
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 …
Grief is not limited to the months After funerals. The psychic corpses that litter my mind outweigh the physical corpses I have held in my hands. These corpses can include — Letting go of the sister I always wanted First years of life stolen by depression No soft hands on my back as a child …