Tag Archives: musings

“life rocked me, ultra-softly”

They should love me. I mean, maybe they do, but I don’t even know what it is. You spend your whole life thinking you’re not getting it, people aren’t giving it to you. Then you realize they’re trying and you … Continue reading

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reflections on surgery

I moved through the spring of my junior year as if in whiplash, neck and head shot forward, limp in the hands of the jolt, surfacing slowly through this pause and stale light. I haven’t always felt this mute and … Continue reading

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two poems

(you may recognize the earlier versions of these two poems as two separate pieces that I’ve already featured on this blog. I was unsatisfied with them, however, and some heavy edits were in order, so here they are, complete! – … Continue reading

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two things related to you

i.┬áSometimes, the apartment stairwell. Hallways laid bare for miles. A woman presses her palm to the floor in gold light. Feels for pulses, comes up empty every time. Someone listens to phone static, thumbs a bruise. Always too much on … Continue reading

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subtle teething

Nights spent at the pool, drives home where streetlights pinwheeled through wet eyelashes.These were years broken fingers, sores. Early morning by the garage, so many orange peels and the small spines of fish. In those days, there was tenderness and … Continue reading

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body of goose down

Hello all! I hope everyone here had a lovely holiday & felt the cold on their faces & lit scented candles & all that winter-y stuff. Promise that I will post more soon if I’m not swamped with school work. … Continue reading

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froth mouth

  and sometimes a bathroom, chipped tiles, milk florescence. i begin with my tongue.   touch my skin, leave it ringing and sparking in the spaces i leave. sometimes the eyes,   bathroom mirror, bathroom sink. i want pronounceable things. … Continue reading

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