hope

the problem with hope is that you don’t know it’s false until you’ve hoped too much the problem with hope is that it paints such an amazing picture in your head but it actually turns out to be a bunch of stick figures and scribbles the problem with hope is…

When Beasts Stir

            (when foolishly seeking            illusive and mythic beasts) open your hands to catch your breath             (dropping pain from memory) Peel away skins of bitterness and layer on freckled vulnerability. build pyres of looming specters, only to shred them for…

When I Realized Clothes Meant More Than Me

I really love clothes. Or I did, anyway, until somehow that became not okay. But that’s another topic, the shame that’s thrown onto survivors for loving things that’s just for them. Anyway. I wore a red satin skirt to work once. That’s it. That’s all I got. I wore a…