On my twelfth natal day I woke up in a pool of my own blood.Happy Birthday to me.I am declared “woman”but it doesn’t fit, so I keep…
If sheets could speak, would they spill the secrets between them?
I’ve been enchanted by tissue paper ever since I was a little girl. Isn’t that when most…
My bones are burning, The smoke whispering secrets That begin seeping through the pores of my skin And buzz around me like electricity.
I Feel Bad About My Neck by the late Nora Ephron, writer of probably every notable…
Dear ______,