poetry My Favorite Compliment 29 Oct 201929 Oct 2019 Is when Men Tell me, "Your Feminism Exhausts Me" Like I don't know The feeling. Like Anyone Asked To try A New exercise, Their body [Tired and slack; Bulging O…
poetry Today I did my dishes 4 Sep 20194 Sep 2019 but it felt like, Praxis. most of my life I've succumb to manthraxis: the ideological practice of men. -- In third grade a neighborhood boy sold me my first ever…
poetry Instead Of men 20 Apr 2019 I’ve Taken to Another Unnourishing Consumption: Tapioca Bubbles. I drive Nearly An hour To chew Them up And swallow Them down. They’re Never As good as Anticipated. Unfulfillingly, Their empty…
poetry My heart Is a full Glass. 28 Mar 201928 Mar 2019 I pour Over me, attempt To empty Myself. Laid on My Side The sad overflows my rib cage; Suffocating And stifling breathe. My limbs, Heavily strewn Channels Streamed Across my…
poetry How to Say 14 Mar 201914 Mar 2019 When you Aren't Allowed To say Anything. Step One: Fucking don't. Do not do The saying. I swear toFucking God, If you do So Help Me. Step two: Close Your…
poetry Beware 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 The Ones Who have Never Loved themselves The way They've loved Someone else. And then, Please Love them Anyway. ----- https://open.spotify.com/track/4aCnN8VmKVqX4PnSB1Ie07?si=Ze4fyjjwSXmhp_kBU7y2oA
poetry You are.. 24 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 dead to me like: fallen leaves in winter, pupper lying/ laying on it's back, polar bears hibernating, mimic octupi when predators lurk by; which is to say, you are not…
poetry The War on Tear-Her 8 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 During her 27th year, she was barely on the cusp of convincing herself hair growing from her pores and fat cushioning her skin were not terrorists. internally conflicted by media…
poetry “You” is to “i” as “the” is to “My” 7 Nov 201713 Mar 2019 i've almost forgotten what it feels like to fall asleep on your back and not be afraid you drank too much you could throw up. i use you’s like a…
poetry Tell Me In The Streets 25 Oct 201713 Mar 2019 missing is honest. a week ago, only miles away we were untravelable. — after cataclysm, we sat down across my table [strategically]; acknowledging our broken infrastructure. having only been dismantled…
