When the Bough Breaks
I sit in the waterTremblingEyes closedLegs SwirlingI'm scared.The current picks up and I am pulled under,Mouth open from a yelp in painThe water is faded Laced with shells and sand and sea plantsThe water is taking hold of my bodyTaking control.I remember the first time I saw a manHilton Head Beach, 2016White Board ShortsWet.I couldn't bring myself to what it wasBut I saw him, the way I saw the...
how a pot plant outlived my relationship
The last two things I got from my ex, besides emotional trauma and self-discovery, was a plant and a mug. I called the plant Tyger, after the actor from Outnumbered, and created for him a persona that would remind me of all misguided love interests and I could smile at it fondly with an overly affected maturity. Like Sara Pascoe creating an entire TV show about making a TV show to successfully ...
Fragments
Once my father called me a slut for wearing jeans at a wedding. A couple of years later he would call me vulgar and lewd for not veiling myself at church. Pretty safe to say that I was aware of what my skin could do. What my bones held. I was told that women’s bodies were crafted to seduce and trap men, lure them into temptation and have them fall wayward on their paths. Years of trying to dres...
