–> I am beginning to name my knots. Let one in my neck be Wanting from every time I clenched my jaw after breathing in her scent. Let the tightness in my shoulder be Disappointment who is also called Shame a product of still wanting him to touch me even though we both know he shouldn’t and being caught between recoiling and not. Finally, the chronic ache in my back will be Distance from consistently loving people that are too far away. In the same way one muscle contracts as the other relaxes these pains are interconnected and I know…
Requiem
I only love those slender boys with slight frames when they remind me of you.
Moonshine
Moonlight pours through my window and reminds me that while the days are too dark the nights can still be bright.
Bedtime Stories
I read to you because my mother read to me. And in those moments I felt as loved and as safe as a strangely paranoid and anxious child could feel -Certainly more safe than the rote prayers that my grandmother made me parrot back to her made me feel- And for years -long after I’d stopped remembering to pray- I couldn’t fall asleep without reading.
Public Transit
Laughing at a stranger’s jokes is equal parts relief and mania.