Happy reading
What They Don't Tell You
That someone will notice what feels
like invisible tattoos on your face,
your wholly holy flesh, stolen for sacrifice,
and they will want to taste your suffering too.
Views from eternity
Those of us who make it
to the mountaintop—where there is peace
and rest—witness the gift of immortality
Picture Day
There are pictures in magazines that I
am still the wrong age to look at. There are
pictures of me that will never be good
enough for frames, passports, or milk cartons.
when i read the headline, i knew i was flesh
We make believe justice is possible when we’ve never seen justice because for this, for us, for sexual pieces of flesh who should know better, do better, the ones scolded to be better, there is no justice. It doesn’t exist.
a manifesto on anger
To this I remind everyone that anger can be a fiery motivator for change. From Anger came our country, from Anger came women’s rights. Anger leads us to protect and advocate for those we love, for those who have less.
(negative) message received
We are surrounded by images of what society determines is the ideal. We scroll through images of toned bodies and smooth skin, tidy kitchens, and coordinating pillows on expensive sectionals. Is it any wonder I talk to myself so rudely?
Trans Flag of Gatorade
in my room i have
a trans flag of gatorade.
picked out hastily
at the dollar store
For Alice, Who Died When I Wasn't Looking
But no matter where I looked
I found nothing to tell me
of the life that followed
that oh-so-positive missive
Suspension
We skittered all over the woods, doubling over in hysterics when we saw anyone. Their bodies appeared wavy and distorted, weird sounds escaped from their too big mouths. We’d run from them screaming in glee. We must’ve looked nuts.
Mother
After my mother’s death, I was left with a sense of emptiness. I found consolation in the family treasure trove of pictures. I loved looking at the images of my parents at the beginning of their marriage, when they were younger than I had ever known them, and their life together was a future promise.
Brain Waves
I have yet to understand the pain within me that is so latent and so amorphous. It does not scream like the pain that caused Toews’s family members to take to the tracks. It does not lead me to the pill bottles of my own that contain more than enough chemicals to kill me, but they sit on my kitchen table.
Growing Young
It is ironic how the closer to death we get, / the more we appreciate the life we have.
Reflection
I’d always return to the mirror / to paint inside the frame /with brushes I did not own.
Picket Fence
I surrendered many times / and painted lullabies / across the walls / to lure myself into slumber
What I Would Tell My Mom If I Could
tell her I still double knot my shoelaces for a hike. / I would ask if she has found Dad / and how long it took,
The Way We Read Today
We perceive the world spatially and often recall things based on their location. The reason why you remember that the passage you’re looking for is on the bottom left-hand corner of a page is the same reason why you always know to turn right at the red house on the corner.
My Mother’s Eyes
She was not that person, but she was trying. Smiles and laughter came more easily to her, softening her hard lines and creating fine ones around her eyes.
Things To Know When Living With White Roommates
Your roommate thinks it’s funny to say, “I brought the Mexican!” when you guys arrive. You’ll laugh and roll your eyes, tell yourself it isn’t a big deal. Then they’ll start making “Build the Wall” cracks when you beat them at cards.