Tag Archives: mental health

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”

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”

May 20th, 2025/book recs

Lately, I’ve been reading Chloe Hayden’s book Different, Not Less and it’s highly informative. She also gave an excellent TED Talk recently. The past couple years, I’ve read a few other books in this genre/niche of “I’m autistic, here’s a memoir about my life, as well as tons of research and information about what itContinue reading “May 20th, 2025/book recs”

lies like a pretty boy’s hands

Smear the brownie under the bower’s knee to sweeten the pain of the stance. My elbows are spikes, nailing me flat into reality, hinging me up and down like a doll flailing in dance. Are we real? My hips hold the secrets to the universe, swaying when I waltz, causing lurches of gravity on aContinue reading “lies like a pretty boy’s hands”

Witches and Fishes

part 2 of Can’t Catch Me Now (find part 1 at this link) *** Mother was a witch, my father caught fish together they raised one beautiful girl and by raised I mean neglected, (TW: neglect and abuse so skip this account if you can’t stand the truth) In my earliest memories I ate foodContinue reading “Witches and Fishes”

Hold me closer/human starving soul

And our souls are starving I know I’ve said it before but our souls are starving craving some kind of connection gay gay super gay– I just want us all to be okay, kay? There’s power in labels, power in names, shouting from the rooftops, we’ve decades to reclaim we’re gay gay super gay ifContinue reading “Hold me closer/human starving soul”

Frage Stight

Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”

Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck

As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”