the walls are faded with dreams she could never quite let go her bed sprawled with pale limbs and whispers in the dark sodium stains on her pillow-she flips it over, a blank slate echoes rattle in the cavernous space between costal grooves she ignores it in favor of the quadratic curve of her stomachContinue reading “The Harris-Benedict Principle”
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To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice
I am the child that was never born a fledgling bird nestled in the egg of my mother’s womb whose flight feathers hadn’t even grown in before I was returned to the earth my mother’s choice had me fading back into the sky the carbon of my cells once more turned into stars bones exhaledContinue reading “To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice”
