if we declare it we are poets- speak it, it shall be- tomorrow, today and yesterday
i am bitch the diva
they ain’t ever gonna be able to taste me the way my mother made me
i smile and wave
i stay knowing i am a shadow too light to see
Angie’s eyes scan the disjointed kitchen for breakfast. She takes a handful of very stale Cheerios and rolls her eyes at the open plastic bag inside the open cardboard cereal box.
She announces to her mom that she is going out to investigate her new middle school. At…
most days i watch this video at some point; usually in the evening/ at the end/ when i’m tired and restless and unsettled from having updated myself on the day’s happenings:
Yesterday I bought a ton of junk food; went to the store and prepared to eat some of my feelings in the Election of 2016 Aftermath. And then last night I fell asleep at my computer with ten tabs open about the election and what’s coming- reading…
silence is a particular kind of love
invites a peculiar kind of love
that says i am okay with the parts of you i do not know
i do not need to know it all to love you
silence is a particular kind of shelter