I’m sure the reason their profiles popped up is because I used to have their numbers in my phone, but it was viscerally shocking to have so many of them in my face at once. My ears rang a little and my husband asked me something from in the kitchen that I didn’t catch. It…
Tag: trauma
Mental Rummaging
I accused myself of depravity, living in this body, these eyes. I swore that god could not see me in the flesh, in the sweat and blood covered face, in the wicked smile I sometimes get when I’m about to be cleverly mean. I was meant to be outside myself, above the pain. It meant…
April 25 2018 – Poem of dreams and other lives
My mother and I travel the deserts in a dream Her hair is long and graying and she has stopped caring about it. I whisper, “what about work? If we leave today you’ll miss work in the morning.” She sighs and grins, “I guess I’m missing it.” We travel to a plateau covered in green…
A Witch's Nest 