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afterward

previous part here: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/06/27/safe/ all parts here: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** no windows or clocks adorned my room so all I know is I slept at least seven times (it might’ve been more) before Coach Purturbelly returned, and she came without a knock while I stared at the ceiling and she asked again if I wanted toContinue reading “afterward”

to the 17th floor of paradise

Do you remember that night on the 17th floor of paradise? How the elevator took us up for like forever, but in the hotel room glass, the city steel still loomed above us and the clouds seemed nowhere closer? It was there you told me you wondered if God was even real. Because if heContinue reading “to the 17th floor of paradise”

free

I woke. In a bed under blankets with the vertebrae still on. I blinked at the face with horns by the doorway and asked her if she was adopting me. The face burst into flame and said her name was Coach Purturbelly, she was in charge of the portalball teams, and she better not beContinue reading “free”

floorboards unheard

Memorize where there’s creaks in the floor, trying not to wake nobody or pour these noises to the boards for the downstairs neighbors, I should go to bed get these eyes who want to cry some rest but I confess I’m terrified tonight, every night– not of the dark itself but of being blind toContinue reading “floorboards unheard”

dream

previous part here *** (trigger warning: this poem discusses child abuse) my dream was to run away and ask a sea god to adopt me. Or maybe a dragon. Maybe, I’d have to trick a demon to trip through a portal in order to prove myself worthy of the land god’s love, or maybe I’dContinue reading “dream”

stories aren’t real

(find the previous part here) *** of course we know stories aren’t real. But we are real (probably) and language is real (for all its holes) and imagination and empathy are real and in the bubbling soup of us, words, and pretend, out comes this flavor of bakery-made meals and warm bread, or maybe tastesContinue reading “stories aren’t real”

trans woman on mother’s day

When you were little and went to church, it felt like they worshipped women instead of the Father for a day. Sons and husbands, honor her; daughters, look who you’ll become. Boys, treat a woman right (she’s always right) and you’ll be happy forever. When you were older, and being a girl felt more rightContinue reading “trans woman on mother’s day”