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Poetry, Writing

| indecision |

October 8, 2022October 6, 2022 sw.

“My home is made of doors, / One stacked on top of another / To form the walls of an open cage / From which I cannot escape”

Poetry, Writing

93.

May 31, 2022May 31, 2022 sw.

Memory is a blank page for me, / Scooped out with a warmed spoon / And gooey on the tongue, / And I still cannot tell you what brought me / Joy as a child.

Poetry, Writing

87.

April 30, 2022May 19, 2022 sw.

I left the church at the tender / Age of twelve. / A stone too leaden, heavy, settling / In my belly– / My tongue too swollen / With a single syllable / I did not know by name.

Poetry, Writing

26.

October 17, 2021April 23, 2022 sw.

she called me icarus–underfeeding that naivete does not shrink it, and instead I reached for a sunI knew would burn me yet, I stayed. accusation–bitter

Poetry, Writing

45.

January 27, 2021January 27, 2021 sw.

I was the boat she / moored in the harbor. / I was neither / destination / nor journey– / just a vehicle.