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it’s november, after all, the air feels heavier while the sky churns itself into the deepest shade of blue it owns. you hold the carton of milk like a memory, expired before you even had the chance to pour it. the bread crumbles in your palms, like a love that went stale with things left…

originally written october 2023 as a kid, i used to write my mother poems / they had rhyme schemes and thanked her for things like / driving me to school so i didnt have to walk the half mile / making my favorite thing for dinner because a boy called me ugly / kissing my…

if i twist my heart into a shape that will no longer be called a heart,  it’ll still hold love for you, you know? but i wish it won’t the next time i hear a song with a noticeable drum fill.  would an orange still be called one if i paint it blue?  perhaps, i’ll…

i stopped doing my dishes for eight days straight.  i look for it in everything and find it waiting for me every time.  i am stardust, i am wounded animal,  i am repeating myself and wonder if the cycle is to be broken still. is the snake biting its own tail well fed?  is there…

the paint from the walls of my heart  are starting to flake off and fall like confetti  as if to celebrate the inevitable fact that you will leave once you know,  and so you will be the last to know.  you can almost see the outline of tallies carved into the ceiling  marking each time…

you up? it is 11:27 pm. do you ever feel the enormity of the universe? feel small under a roof that could collapse anytime at the movement of what lies under? what if stars are just freckles on the face of the night sky? do you feel the unread messages piling up on your shoulder? or the time that slips…

you stand still in the kitchen. you pick your nails still, even though you know it’s a bad habit. pay attention!! i like how you look standing there, so i take pictures of you in this light. notice how the shadows do not hit you. everything moves to glow around your silhouette. cherish this!! i…

i haven’t been sleeping  but when i do  i don’t let myself sleep beneath the covers  because lately i’ve been getting tangled up in the blankets  and my mother worries i will choke myself  so i have not unmade my bed  in twenty one days and since i stopped sleeping  i don’t know what to…

i’m stuck in a snow globe        a never ending winter we are picturesque on the outside but i’m catching frostbite on my fingertips i am a decaf coffee you drink just to go about your day your sweetness exhausts me but the comfort of habit always brings me back as i sit here staring at…

vulnerability is a forbidden language that sits  in my gritted teeth              and in the waterline of my eyes.  toes tightened to the ground           and nails to my palms.  the tears pricking at my eyes will only be on the verge and never leave the place they call home.  my emotions, like a body covered…