Untitled Ft. Men I Forgot I Knew

I’ve learned the only way to wear my disobedience comfortably Is to envelope all my shame and tuck it inside someone’s mouth. When I let boys know me It reads like braille. Tastes like soiled pages without explanations On how to love unholiness Back into closed caskets. It feel all smooth like satin on skin.… Continue reading Untitled Ft. Men I Forgot I Knew

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Questions I’ve Always Been Too Afraid To Ask My Mother

1. Have you ever looked in a mirror and seen someone besides yourself? 2. Do you consider it postpartum if you still can’t bond with your children? 3. Are you mad because I don’t have your grandmother’s eyes? Something of your family to recognize, when you cannot identify fragments of fractured being, though you know… Continue reading Questions I’ve Always Been Too Afraid To Ask My Mother