Tag: poem
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...
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...
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,...
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...
A woman’s place
Into the mouths of babes, the bottomless craw of a needy child; they cluster at my hip, wanting more. Here, I pay and pay for sins I did...