stream of consciousness, honestly
my brain is like
warm sheets out of the laundry.
i want to engulf you, warm you,
mold with you.
if i only had ten arms,
i would make all of your worries
turn into stone.
i would give up all of the woman in me
if that meant that your heart was at ease.
— the three of us
i’m swimming in sea urchins,
grasping at thorns, hoping i don’t bleed.
but i will always carry you on my back,
while you’re slicked with security and quiet.
— taking care of myself
heat doesn’t mask
the detachment or the pain.
brushing out the kinks
won’t make your color disappear.
— straightening my natural hair