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Black Cat/Golden Retriever
He is sunshine Warm, bright, the human embodiment of spring Safe and loving Loyal and happy He is a golden retriever I am rain Cold, dark, the human embodiment of a storm Volatile and all consuming Aloof and conflicted I am a black cat He squeezes me out of love To meld the two of…
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Butterflies
Somewhere between birth and puberty the butterflies painted on the walls of my bedroom migrated to my gut Flipping and fluttering filled with love for love Somewhere between middle school and high school graduation The butterflies in my stomach had an identity crisis Who they loved was both everyone and no one The boy with…
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(Not Boyfriend)
My boyfriend (not boyfriend) Lives in my phone and my dreams Sending me pictures of his day Robots half built and gray, industrial to their core Soccer practices interspersed with gym selfies Video games he’s ashamed of (Fortnite, it’s always Fortnite) And his body always, sometimes in the shower and often faceless All a gallery…
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Let The Bugs Eat Key Lime Pie
His favorite dessert was key lime pie and he didn’t like sweets. But we got donuts every Saturday to rot away our teeth. Rotting. That’s what I’ve been doing. Taking my feelings and putting them on ice while my body suffers. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I don’t know if I ever will. I’m…
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Bloviate
Bloviate verb, to talk at length, especially in an inflated or empty way. See: me I don’t shut up. Never have. Probably should. Someone should make me. My brain is a teleprompter constantly scrolling. Thought after thought all day and all night. If I don’t get it out, it will fester and bubble inside of…
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Gregor and I
The first time I read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, I was a senior in high school. Eagerly ready to leave the nest and flourish in college but also so depressed that I didn’t want to get out of bed most days. I was never able to fully describe the pit of my despair, though.…
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Migrating North aka Why Snow Means Nothing Now
Say “snow,” and the world shuts down. The mere concept of frozen, fluffy water falling from the sky is enough to send an entire county into a frenzy. Parents running around to get food for the impending storm, kids refreshing Twitter on repeat waiting for school to be closed, or cyber bullying those twiddling their…
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I Wait For Death Like A Soldier's Wife 