This is where
all of the
horrible things
live.
I lifted it
from my drawer
and exhaled,
“oh no,”
accidentally
letting my animal
out of it’s cage.
I forgot
where
My memories
had moved to.
I changed
their address
and lost their
coordinates.
—
it was not
a part of me
anymore
because
[because]
it had already
served
It’s purpose.
I was looking for
something else in
my dresser drawers
but, there
it Was
still
very much
real.
—
my ex boyfriend
bought me
this notebook
as a present
when we were
on our first
[and only]
trip together.
his love was
purposeful
and pure
in a list
of mine
that weren’t.
if i was
to believe
in fate,
he would be
a catalyst
incarnate.
—
some may argue,
“it’s a shame
to scribble
experiences of
sexual assault
and harassment
on such
beautiful pages.”
But isn’t it
always a shame,
however you
dress them,
and wherever
They lie?
—
