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it is 1:56am and i was going to write something profound here but instead i burst into tears looking at a picture of laura palmer. i hold on to something until i do not know what that something is. and i’m scared again. i pray so much that my knees hurt. i used to talk…

i read today in the horoscopes that winter has been rough for you. it was something about change and loss,  and letting go / letting it go / letting me go. have you let me go? i ask because i forgot to take your city off my weather app and almost called you when the…

my mother used to bake her dreams into my dinner to make up for the ones she lost in the delivery room and lately i’ve been crumbling beneath the weight of ways i could become her: who she is, who she was—who she would have been, if only i’d let her. and though she always…

i missed your call the other day. i eat my apples sliced. i am nineteen. i am healing from things i did not tell my mom. i am healing from things i did tell my mom. i am nineteen. i like to think i know a lot but there are limes left to mold in…

i remember this time when / i was eight years old and / i thought i could save everyone so / i hid your bottles in my bedroom / buried them beneath stuffed animals and naivety but / then you found them just like always and / i think that’s when i realized that /…

after Michelle Awad’s “I used to be a poet” i used to be a writer / because someone once told me i talked too much / but that was only after someone else said i didn’t talk enough / i talk more now / mostly on paper / enough that people know i have things…

whats your favorite color? have you ever been in love? dogs or cats? did you have someone who already knew the answers to these questions? are you trying to unlearn their address too? do you sometimes feel their shape indented in the mattress? and tell me, does it pain you like a phantom limb? do…

i think i forgot how to drive so i’ve been doing laps around your old neighborhood. partly because i know everything’s changed and partly because i know nothing’s changed and all i’ve ever known is how to go in circles. tell me, has time really stood still or have i just been gone too long…

i’ve decided that i let you off the hook too easily. never wrote your name in a poem or demanded an apology. i could’ve been red with my anger. spit it onto your doorstep like baby teeth ripped from their roots. only a child and i didn’t know love had to be earned. i didn’t…

originally written june 2025 at nineteen my reflection is laffy taffy pink, stretched to its limit and spun around a knife. at nineteen my best friends live in a screen, and i press my face against the glass, calling my body a window-in-training. at nineteen memorized songs decorate the floor of my mind like skyscrapers.…