If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
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frag
The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”
Blankets with the vertebrae still on
I went to classes the next day and nothing changed, I got seven snot wads on my dress and borrowed six pencils from the library that all broke and someone’s wings landed a bruise on my head
unloved
Bully is a ridiculous word. It sounds too tame. Bully. You practically have to smile to say it.
Publishin’ Beeswax
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”
Veteran at Depression
I’m a veteran at depression though I never asked to be, what a nice metaphor for being at war in my mind,
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”
Jordyn Saelor 