when we sit
together
and talk about your family
or craft dark and
loving
jokes about me
like we have for the past
eleven years
i think about how it's
almost
normal
and i am
almost
okay
(you make me feel like that)
and then you hug me
goodbye
like you're losing me
or will actually
miss me
if i disappear
i feel you pull me
into the
almost
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
