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Where i am

For 4 years of being “well” I stand in the old shadows of ill I can tell you where I am now But the answer to “How did I get here?” Is in shards throughout my limbs. But, When lost in life, I never forget I am here

To That Reader

Even hours before she died she read The repetitive healing process Which is this site. I knew it was near When she went quiet All silent but the endless aching. And now I stay away Because these 1s and 0s Feel hollow. The most quiet loss The hardest to swallow

Unprecedented

Bodily autonomy has never been questioned In one way or another women have been made to fight for scraps of it And the further we are from the intersection of rich wasps The more it stings. I hope against all things that we all stay standing this time, Without becoming numb and complacent. My rageContinue reading “Unprecedented”

Rising to the Label

I am sick of being talked “roundabout “ Denigrated for being in a state of being That I had no say in, though it is 50.1% what I am, and where I go. I am not used to fighting for equal ground, But for a real say. I am studying child law. But, I doContinue reading “Rising to the Label”

Pain is a Relative

I never invited pain, But, like any other relative, She comes with baggage; It is never packed neatly And you can see it bulge through the seams if you get close enough. I would not “Marie Condo” my self But I am getting better at packing

All the Titles to this Poem

have unwelcome religious connotations, Nonetheless, here we are, The more readily I walk through shadows, less often they strangle. Don’t tell me it is possible to sit with pain and knowing, They will show me themselves Given the opportunity my hands have been too weak to hold the opportunity away for years. And here weContinue reading “All the Titles to this Poem”

To My Aunt

Though an afterlife is not what I believe. If it meant you would find peace That laid in waiting for you I am there for the idea. I witnessed the kaleidoscope of pain you saw in your silhouette the depth of your own grace. so thick that you rarely saw And that, is what IContinue reading “To My Aunt”

Magnetic

As the sun eeks closer to the planet I am lost in a memory without verbs The adjectives are smeared And there is barely enough of a dependent clause to refer back to But, this nothing is somehow something that holds me up

That Bench

In a practice run You may think I Take advantage of the power I yet have. Because I am that bench: Hot with queries. Asking so much because I am getting empty carbs in return. It isn’t a power play I am digging for a live wire in your argument. I have yet to feelContinue reading “That Bench”