(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers

It has been so long since I have been heldby a man who respects women.I have been in their beds,no sheets, dust settling like a sheen on my body. Men who took.They promised me delicate adoration,but I was left used and pressed into the mattresslike an old flower between the pages of a worn book,Continue reading “(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers”

The Unwitnessed

There are moments at 6:33 a.m. where I’m drinking my matcha latte and watching the sun come up that I wish someone was sitting across from me. Enjoying the moment with me. I’ve lived alone for so long. I am comfortable and enjoy my own company. I don’t feel lonely 95% or the time, butContinue reading “The Unwitnessed”