Poetry
A collection of my favorite original poems.
A Shortened Day
I broke the Sphinx’s riddle too early in life.
The answer is human, who crawls
in the morning, walks at noon,
and when their life comes to an end,
uses a cane. But in the morning, my four limbs …
Acrylic Mistakes
If you look closely, you can see
the remnants of the girl I hid
behind a tree on the left
side of the canvas, her legs uneven
behind the defense of leaves I layered …
Too weak to let her go,
too weak to let her stay
Two weeks
That’s what I told her
Sitting in the passenger seat of her red
car with the belt that crossed my neck …
Content Warning: discussion of OCD symptoms
Our Memories
I know you can’t remember
those smiling afternoons spent rolling
in the mud pits until our once rainbow tankinis
became caked with the ground.
And how when dad told us to wash up, I instead …
