Put the Finger Gun Away
you point your finger gun at your head
with a laugh
because you think it’s funny…
you point your finger gun at your head
with a laugh
because you think it’s funny…
good gracious // to be twenty-one //
and constantly falling apart // but
mostly on coffee shops // grief stains
everything // my eyes touch…
In the words of Taylor Swift, “the scary thing is, you’re on your own now. But the cool thing is, you’re on your own now!”
Continue ReadingAn assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
You pick the pins off the floor for them to walk on it smoothly and unharmed but your hands are bleeding…
Continue Readingit’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
Continue ReadingWhen you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…
Continue ReadingJanuary was a wound I dressed by dressing up, as if I could summon spring by spilling watercolors against the sketchpad and calling that art…
Continue ReadingSome days are easier than others as we all know. In my years of bad days and experiences, I have come up with numerous coping strategies…
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