To My Future Partner

Dating me will be a little a lot different than all the girlfriends before me. I'll be skeptical at first, because my dating pool consisted of egotistical boys that wanted me on their conquest list, (as if fucking a disabled woman is a high achievement) and the boys who adopted me as their little sister/self-pro claimers [...]

Exposed

Nervous, after all this time I still get nervous around you. Of what to say and how to project it, hoping it doesn't come out foolishly. My mind races; thinking of all the witty things to say to you counting my fingers and toes and double checking my facts. Because the idea of you reacting [...]

The In-between

Maybe she was a lost soul after all- Swaying back and fourth From the sun and the stars, Not wanting day and not wanting night, Not wanting to be here nor there. Stuck in the in-between. The in-between of connection and distance, Of confusion and clarity, Of drought and drowning in emotion. She wanted to [...]

Petit Café

It wasn’t bitterly cold that season – The chrysanthemums were boasting in their bloom, But my fingers fancied holding my sixth cup of mint tea As I was watching people; The children holding hands Near the fountain where a lady holding a book threw a coin into, The birds picking up the crumbs left behind [...]

Relapse

I’m sitting naked on the cool bathroom floor, watching the steam roll off my reddened skin, hoping that the guilt I feel in my stomach goes away and not make me rest my arms on the lavatory seat like the night before. I let myself slip again – I saw it coming; all the sleepless [...]

I Hope You Stop

I hope you stop. I hope you stop carrying the solar system on your shoulders just to give people the love of the moon, sun and stars combined, for the stars you’ve given belong in your eyes. I hope you realize that people are truly are like sunsets, stop chasing them, another will come shortly. [...]

Read this to the Love of your Life

Having A Coke With You - Poem by Frank O'Hara is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love [...]