The importance of proper diagnosis

The medic asks me about symptoms after shining a light in my eyes, and having me track his finger with my pupil. Asks me if I’ve been dizzy, I am. Asks me if I’ve had a headache, I have. Asks me...

“you should write about it,” i thought stupidly

I. writing when you can’t look at yourself in the broken glass on your kitchen floor, when you sweep it up while looking at the bugs crawling out of the cracks in your ceiling, when you bring the broom...

Their kind of pretty

Beautiful? Yes, I know I am. Though, it took me years to take such compliments gracefully. Not because I don’t see my own beauty; my own worth. I do. I don’t know that a person can like themselves and...

horses

remember telling me about the horses the wild horses? I didn’t believe wild horses still roamed Georgia but you assured me showed me photographs of the horses in your fields last weekend remember confessing your infatuation you had to have me I...

Miasma

drowning I am in your bed my mind is underwater I am almost sleeping you are bathing me with your tongue rendering me all the senses gently shriveling when you hover I do not feel you pressing down, I feel only a spilling I must remember this is someone's...

Dream mother

I had a dream that you were proud of me. You walked next to me and smiled and squeezed my hand, and that’s how I knew it was a dream. I woke up hungry. I’m glad my brain can...

Dish towels

The first lesson you taught me was how to fold the dish towels: First in half then one more half, and if I mess it up again, you’ll put your head in the oven and kill yourself because you just...

Rage triptych 

(Because three is, geometrically speaking, the most stable structure.) 1. An acquaintance once told me — at a Fourth of July parade, no less — that according to Barb (a.k.a.: The Word Around Town), I hadn’t...

The children

I used to hoard apples until they were rotten. Green ones, not red. They would stay in the closet until I could no longer eat them, eat anything. I couldn’t stomach what happened. The cupboard full of spiders, shards...

Upon watching [place of abuse] burn to the ground

In another dream, in a body not touched by their hands, I bang on the door, scream that there is a fire. But that is not this dream. In this dream, I watch from across the street. When flames cross the threshold, I...

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