I wrote you a letter yesterday, while the sun slid down, our son squalling in his sheets. I wrote, I filled three sheets word by word, letter by letter before I turned the lights down before I sang him down to sleep, and down came the rain in rivers and in sheets. This much is … Continue reading What I wrote
i. Hold in your stomach Smile He only does that because he likes you They do not care how smart you are You look so pretty in green ii. That girl, she's had sex You can tell by how she walks the sway in her hips the way she flashes her teeth That girl is … Continue reading Things my mother taught me
Most likely, you think we commercialized love...
My belly is an island My breasts a pair of dunes Rising above a sea of Blankets The landscape of my body Has been changed Not by your hands But because of them Forgive me I used to find beauty Only In an unbroken horizon
four thirty AM three doors down a crow finds its voice Trying out a lune this week. Posted on non-fic because, well, it's true.