April
April began
with an ending
and ended
with a beginning.
I am now tears
and so much
breathing.
I am engaged in
an endless dance
with what I always
planned and what
decided to
happen instead.
I am a body empty
of romance and full
of desire.
I am the end
of April
and the start
of everything
else.
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
