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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”

Dangerous with a Glue Gun

I’m dangerous with a glue gun comin’ for your money venom, decorate the chimney tops with button drops, okay ginger Tay– when they spoke of blood crying from the dust for vengeance they never said the blood would be ours, but my wounds under the peppermint moon knew you weren’t coming back with the biteContinue reading “Dangerous with a Glue Gun”

Outta my blood

maybe this ache in my veins comes from every holiday that I go home and my blood don’t listen and my blood keep talkin’ round in circles– we’re glad you’re here, have you planned your future yet? We’re glad you’re here, what’s with your hair this year? And I keep reading and writing mostly forContinue reading “Outta my blood”

Simple Reminders

Dear reader: thank you in advance for allowing me to express my frustrations about a relatively simple event in my life. — Hey, familia, I didn’t like the movie you dragged me to go watch with you. Hey, family, just because I didn’t like it, doesn’t make it okay for you to bash my opinion,Continue reading “Simple Reminders”

When the company’s like family

Company Incorporated, Co. treats its employees just like family! Your sweet sister is everyone’s favorite receptionist; she smiles at the people when they come in, then loses herself in her phone for the workday. “Never a complaint out of her,” the boss praises, “I don’t know what she does, but she sure does it well!”Continue reading “When the company’s like family”

I ain’t qualified for this

But here’s someone who is. Jamala represented Ukraine in Eurovision 2016 with this song, “1944.” Its lyrics and music video describe the deportation of Crimean Tatars by the Soviet Union in World War II. In other words, the Soviet Union forced hundreds of thousands of people out of Crimea into Uzbekistan or nearby areas. ThousandsContinue reading “I ain’t qualified for this”

do you regret the headline photos?

Do you miss me? I miss you. Last I saw you, head on my pillow, your face lit up my phone screen. They got the picture of you all wrong. – Teen drunk driver T-bones car, family of four rushed to hospital. – You made a joke of your senior year photo, you told theContinue reading “do you regret the headline photos?”