On sadness, with love
I am profoundly sad A shell of who I was. Just a week ago Hope was renewed But now I sit Empty again
MoreA memoir in progress, about living life in unruly bodies
poetry
That voice
I heard my mom sing today It was beautiful Especially after the doctor’s visit She’d said, it’s unusual But people have lived for years With metastatic disease She had to say unusual Why did she have to say unusual? Mom took it as hope I was gripped with fear But we heard “Strangers in the […]
MoreProse no more
When I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone
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