maybe you are just like me,
going up in carefully calculated
flames that overtake you
minute by passing minute.
the truth is? i don't know what
you think about me, and i can't
pretend that i ever did know.
i can only know how i truly feel
about myself, and about you,
and about the rest of the world.
and when i try to explain that
to others, even that doesn't
come together and out the
way i've been experiencing it.
i'm still not sure how i feel
about the things you gave me,
that i held onto with deep
conviction, all the while you
stayed far away from me with
no interest. but the moment i
decide to reclaim myself and
let it go, you came back into
view and claimed you wanted
refuge in my life.
but you left and you lived,
all the while i was daydreaming
as i danced in wild, unstructured
circles on my bedroom floor--alone.
YOU ARE READING
NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE
Poesía"The boy who pulls the girl's hair--is that love, or someone constantly displeased?" In NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE, this prose-poetry chapbook explores feminine anger, the wisdom of boundaries, and using one's womanhood to heal their girlhood. New poems re...
