i want to open hands like sails and catch the wind my body is a ship about to unmoor and i can hear the tide slapping against the hull of my heart it tastes like salt spray, a siren’s call i’ll skim across the whitecaps until i hit the shoals of a new shore the hull … More Poetry: going with the undertow
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 stomach … More The Harris-Benedict Principle
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 exhaled … More To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice