I am everlasting, even after this body dies its nutrients will rise giving life back to the soil, to the cracks where wild flowers grow— this I know. I am uncertain of the future in a lot of ways but this was the life and the body I was given so as long as I …
Weightless
I’m starting to feel my toes again the feeling has returned to my ankles my shins my knees snaking its way around my waist, my ass up the middle of my back tracing my spine vertebrate by vertebrate, and occasionally gets stuck like an ascending wooden rollercoaster, jolting and threatening to dump me out of…
Beauty From Just Being
I am infinite though my body will come to rot, press your hand against my skin, feel 300 years worth of strength of stories of sheer existence coursing through this bark to let you know it is okay to be torn open just as it is okay to grow, it is part of growing. You…
Budding
Buds on the tree they think they are free from a New England winter that bucks in the middle of spring, but that doesn’t stop the bees from drinking up on this summer’s eve.
Sapling
I’ve been this struggling sapling worming and wriggling to breach the surface to breathe the air I’ve always longed for, but up isn’t always up and down isn’t always down and sometimes east and west are conjoined twins and I’m racking my brain to figure out why we should Never Eat Shredded Wheat because it…
Woman
Understand that I will not chase you as I am a woman not a bitch with a bone.
Ode to the Pussy
Ode to the pussy that’s right, you heard me correctly this is a poem dedicated to the pussy my pussy specifically you see she’s quite the detective, always knowing what or who is coming next, if I should continue seeing him or onto the next one because she too knows what she wants and that…
Armor
I wear these words as armor because if I can’t rely on you to hold me to protect me to embrace me, I’ll do it myself.
If My Mind Was a Fire
If my mind was a fire, I might set up the camping chairs and make s’mores, might stare into the flames and get lost in a history of campfires, or I might let my candles burn themselves to oblivion.
Why Pears 