there was never a
safe space for her
inside a body,
Tag Archives: poetic
A Night On Fire
The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low
Sea Calling
Safety in a midnight swim.
Freak Storms
there are brittle
cicada shells beneath
our feet, i’m in them,
i’m a shade, an exoskeleton
Middling
forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist
Ann Arbor
muting Morse code,
calculating equations
Olive
taught to catch husbands,
like these men catch fish
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 30 : “These Girls”
that girl cringes at
every hashtag that
tears open old wounds
now
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 29 : “Cruor”
who can part lips
about the unspeakable?
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28 : “On A Floor Made Of Eggshells You Can’t Avoid the Cracks”
we’re
bracing for an
Anne Bancroft breakdown