Category: Poetry
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I spent last night with my step-mother. She took me to her favorite stores in search of a dress I needed to wear to a wedding this weekend. We ate food, laughed and talked. So much talking. But it was all a dream. My step-mom passed away almost ten years ago after a battle with…
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Solitude is where you are not.
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You pull your empathy from the drawer, And tug it over your head like an ill fitting sweater. A sweater you knit for just such an occasion. But the wool is itchy and distressing. You move perversely. I loathe your sweater. And in turn I loathe you. You make a mockery of my heart.…
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I admit it. I’ve wanted your Slick angled haircut Flawless skin Horned rimmed glasses And wrap around pants. I’ve wanted your Perky breasts Sculpted triceps Tattooed back And perfectly pierced nose. I’ve wanted your Beat-up station wagon Mid-century house Eccentric husband And carefree life. I’ve wanted your Kindness Grace Fierceness And tenacity. I’ve wanted your…
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Words. They torment me. Anguish Torture Pain There are so many words. There is no right word. Precise Exact True They stare back at me. I am at their mercy. I think. Analyze Study Examine They are distorted. I lose meaning. They punish. Me Myself I I walk away. They quietly follow. They change. Shift…
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I am adopted. My parents divorced when I was 10 years old. I have an older brother that I don’t ever see or talk to. I have weird big toes that don’t bend so I can’t wear high heels. This is part of my story but not my whole story. A boy was mean to…
sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows 