Tag: poem
The haircut: 1972
Was he calculating a plan while clipping my hair? He lingered over every move, swirled strands with the tip of his hand. Softly he said: I’m...
Sometimes I am just like him
When I eat a pomegranate, I cut the red ball in half. I don’t feel sorry about puncturing it right to the core. I don’t feel...
After sucker punch
Some of you will never know what it’s like to crawl on your hands and knees to the nearest pleasant memory. Holding in your tears, any vulnerability is...
Poem for my father
Did you enjoy hitting? My mother, your woman? Did you love shouting? That you never wanted us and to my mother Shut your cake-hole, you mental bitch? As though...
Waking up at Mom’s one month after the assault
“The name Remy is primarily a gender-neutral name of French origin that means Oarsman.” –babynames.com When I wake up the sun is out. Trump has elected himself. One sea has proliferated sweetly, as...
Zyxedarian
Zip code that defined a decade: 98201 You’d think I was in Everett the whole ten years but it was only a fraction of that. Xi...
On lack of consent
When he comes and shoves his lips against mine; a rock through an already fragile window, my interior crumbles, the bricks of a solid house shake, and the...
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...
“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...
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The acknowledgement
I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?
Have the time of your life!*
*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...
To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters
On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...
