Poetry
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When I lose control
I tear the tips off my nails. I bite on my cuticles until they’re raw, and damaged. I’m raw and damaged, like the clothes I…
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Reflections
When I look in the mirror I don’t always see myself. When I talk to my reflection I’m not sure if she’s listening. Half the…
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On being loved
I used to think love was inconvenient, expecting my dream of being loved to be crushed as I beg, borrow, & steal my way to…
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Laundry Laundry
I haven’t hung clothes out to dry since the 1990s, but I get this urge to stand out on the lawn barefoot with a basket…
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Another sunflower poem
My sunflowers are in Germantown. A neighborhood where my grandmother raised seedlings, harvested school children, and watered a community. I was lucky enough to see…
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The sunflowers around my way
It’s like there was a meeting to plant sunflowers across the neighborhood. You don’t notice them until one is staring at you on your way…
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drown me in the depths of my mother’s insanity
Gold rings bounce off my phone through calls from a hospital bed. Demi Lovato on the speaker telling me, I’m no cry baby, but you…
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A poem for our love / my doubt / his drought
A black car rounds my house as a man hangs out the driver’s side window, waving a smile so sharp it pokes holes in my…