I am of the Earth. It is right for me to roam her belly like my nurslings’ hands, who soften all my scars.
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
I want my therapist to like me… so i better not tell her where i come from. how i got here. why im here – in this… Read more “I Want My Therapist to Like Me pt. 1 (freestyle writing)”
I’m wondering; what instrument plays me? with all of my infinite, perfect, harmonics. What instrument calls me home when this body falls and life travels on? It… Read more “What instrument can call me”
God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me See, when I asked, I didn’t know that you already knew what I wanted And I didn’t know we’d… Read more “God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me”
Winter feels the same each year. This kind of suffocation – like, it pulls me so deeply into my own soul that I think I’m the only… Read more “Everything’s Perfect”
I got home at midnight. The sky was red and the whole world smelled like dog food. Why? Everything was melting. Water bubbled up from the puddles… Read more “Red Sky and Dog Food”
Before there was you there was we… a central star, a sun like any other but it was ours. and you may not remember it as you… Read more “Central Sun”
I’ve created worlds through it. You won’t convince me that it’s dirty. I’ve heard my ancestors whisper through it, and scream through it and beckon me to… Read more “I pray with my pussy”
I am really hungry still just for something that makes sense.