Untitled I broke my own heart to love you. Attempted to make a collage of a new heart. One part me to three parts who I think you want me to be. Secure all the pieces together with glue and tape and hope. Every…
Tag: June
2022 Poem Thirteen
Untitled I experience what other people call ‘god’ in a different way. God is tucked away in the mundane. They shine through every inch of nature’s beauty that I see every day. God will dance from start to star as my eyes adjust to…
2022 Poem Twelve
Vows (will insert a number later when I can count how many vows I have written) From now until our obituary we will have each other. In sickeness and in health, tied together as one. I will rest when we are tired. Even if…
2022 Poem Eleven
CW: Alcoholism, substance abuse. addiction For Jack Daniels There was a time I would try to drink myself sober. Jack Daniels was a mistress that everyone knew I had- captivating me as soon as my tongue tasted him. A glass bottle full of magic…
2022 Poem Ten
CW: Eugenics, June 2022 current events but not named specifically Catching up on the news means: relearning that justice doesn’t exist and that people don’t learn. I was born to be: a canary in a coal mine; the PSA on who you aren’t supposed…
2022 Poem Nine
CW: Brain/head injury I need to forgive me for what I forget as my brain has been scrambled 12 too many times. Bruising the several pounds of flacid bacon inside my skull was not my plan but here we are. The electric signals don’t…
2022 Poem Eight
CW: Illusions/references to domestic violence Reflections on One More Theory on Pandemic Polyamory I’m sorry I did that. Nothing I write could change anything I said or did. Or, more accurately, didn’t do. How could I have chosen to believe her? Over you? I…
2022 Poem Seven
CW: pregnancy, miscarriage Me Without You Nine years later we joke about how hard it was to pee on that stick. How nervous it all made me as 60 seconds turned into an eternity. A popsicle sized piece of plastic told me our lives…
2022 Poem Six
A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it: Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost…
2022 Poem Five
CW: Dysphoria Dysphoria is my Neighbor I no longer want to live in this neighborhood. My neighbor posts all day on NextDoor to spread lies about me. She complains about me; What I do, how I look, anything she can find to complain about….