I met god in a coffee shop on a Tuesday afternoon, an unassuming place tucked between a laundromat and a secondhand shop. Her hair was tossed in a messy bun, a pencil tucked behind one ear. (After all, I suppose she was an artist in her own way.) When I walked in, she wiped her hands on her apron an...Read more

i’m making playlists again, and I don’t like it and i’m not sure exactly how I feel about this one but you are sitting next to me at the party, and I feel safe. and if it’s true that what we love we mention then does it mean anything when you say my name (oh so gently, as though it is held in your ...Read more

always doing always being I push just to see what gives. when I finally break it will not be with a bang but rather a sort of soft violence. gentle as the river that carves the rock, the delicate, devastating inevitability of quiet anger. this stone in my mouth. this fist in my chest....Read more

the papers pile the screen glows the clock ticks ticks ticks my goodness, you're so busy! you wouldn't know joy if it crawled up in your lap...Read more

I write in circles don't you see? it's all love...Read more

I am the sky endless, expansive the flight, the air. or I am the dark empty, quiet the hard ground. give me a clean break clear cut a border that doesn't blur when the light shifts. so I draw my line. black and white. I am still learning how to hold two truths in the same empty hands. ...Read more

the quote on my lock screen reads: "would I still have this burning urge to be successful if I fully trusted that I was loved?" and yet the checklist on the crumpled slip of paper in my pocket grows longer why does it take so much goddamn work just to be mediocre? I want to believe that I am good...Read more

you sit across from me tossing your keys between your fingers, saying "I felt alone down in Florida and I don't feel alone here." i've spent six fucking years trying to write this poem and every time I end up staring at a blank page. there are no words for this. only a hollowed out space between my...Read more

do not blame me for my anger for it is inherited I wear it (proudly) like an oversized hand-me-down...Read more

my heart is memory foam and though you're long gone now there's still an empty space from where I let you in sinking your weight into the softest parts of me, a gradual give. they say it's therapeutic, how it molds to cradle your body, your needs. instead, I see it as a cruel joke. holding onto wh...Read more

i grew up in a society where girls were made of glass delicate, careful, perfect. where women in the kitchen taught us to fold ourselves in the space between what we wanted and what we had to be. you have to be smart. sharp as the edge of a broken plate swept beneath the kitchen table. you have to...Read more

I am the angry daughter. I am the flint, and I am the fire. I am the river, the storm, the sea. I am the child begging, screaming love me, love me! I am the angry daughter. biting my tongue until it bleeds, shame pooling at my feet until it ignites and turns to flame. I burn because I must. I burn ...Read more

I drink my tea sweet now. I keep the yolk in my eggs, and put butter on my toast. I am angry at myself for starving my body of food and my heart of love for so many years. I am trying to forgive the girl who thought that hunger was strength. you can plant beautiful flowers, but it won't cover the ...Read more

growing up gifted means I make one mistake and suddenly i'm a wide eyed little girl again begging to be good. i'm good, aren't I? I am, I am. I am....Read more

let me be valuable, let me be pure. the daughter who swallowed her anger until it crystallized planting roots in hard soil. salt of the earth. salt in the wound. afraid to look back else I turn to a pillar of salt stuck between where I am and where I am going....Read more