i'm breathing.
slow breath,
footstep after
footstep up the
stairs climbing
into our bed
with such hulking
lack of effort that i
can feel a little sadness
right in my gut: it promises
to love me even into our
married years.
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Poesiei just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
