Why are some people born with both parents? How do people have a mom and a dad in their seventies plus, and does it always sometimes matter? I�m struggling . If you haven�t already figured that one out.� I feel so isolated. I�m not the anti-hero that can survive not having a family or the crafty character actor who can create their own piece by piece. The camera panning into the window of her kook... » Continue Reading
A masterful couple.� to house sit amongst the vacant headed. I�m grateful for you. Resentful he made me get purple frames instead of clear. I saw her French mouth today,� above it sports clear frames.� Grateful for him. Grateful for him. I look like a clown always.� Without charming ceramic or mantle-worthy surrealism. The mean and blatantly angry everyone avoids at lunch. Under eye mascara stains... » Continue Reading
Depression is found inside bleeding gums. Hearing another voice on the phone in the next room is still a nightlight left on for me. Handmade hearts over protruding stomachs flood the internet. You aren't a mother anymore if your child's birth date, photo ID, and zip code are not on full display. Just another club to be forever exiled from. Still haven't forgiven my own for piercing infant ears. Wi... » Continue Reading
My mother used to exude a more breathable oxygen when she kept on reading. To me or to herself. She was the trees for awhile,� the forest that gave each one of us a little collection of her air.� The color drains from both of us when the blue screen sucks out any natural light. My sister used to hold my face tight when the flash bulb starts. A human shaped space when the flash bulb starts. I used ... » Continue Reading
It seems each one of us� outgrew my mother�s face� except for me.� Drinking full fledge coke� inside a house� which no longer keeps my grandparents� makes the forever transition to diet� more secure. OK Aspartame, take me. I honestly hope for my eyes to sink deeper� into the back of my skull. Then forward onto an empty space� where no thought or feeling provoke a stillness.� Who will resume holdin... » Continue Reading
I hate my small face. I can scrunch it into Michelin-Man-Marshmallow and feign distress. From faraway, it can disappear from everyone I know; a square peg failing to fit into its circle. Oh those beautiful circles. I envy their full baby faces staring back. The top of a heart drawn on various spaces. Leaving all sorts of abstraction in their wake. I want to feel comfortable in my age and dress jus... » Continue Reading
What�s left of my decay� spills from closet doors. And you�re fine. Happy. Jubilant, even.� Instead of invading the family home, the monster offed herself quietly. Politely, even.� I like to watch movies that remind me� of the progressions inside 90�s kids� photo albums. � While you sternly swish around all the film�s flavor� inside your mouth.� I lie flat on the carpet because I�m too dirty for t... » Continue Reading
* It's always a good idea to isolate part of your audience. Ima do it anyway... * If your dad is apart of your life; just fuck off. I love you, but fuck off. There are a variety of scenarios where a dad just wouldn�t be there. Even if he wanted to be. My brain has carried around his stupid eye color; my eye color and the funeral glue shut to his eyelids longer than I actually got to know the guy. ... » Continue Reading
A father can wash his hands of it all right there at the door.� Mothers for nine months sometimes house fetal future serial killers and sex offenders. And they are stuck, visiting hours forever. Maybe, I became less of an overall threat. A father can send you a postcard with a scribbled on heart and sleepless nights are successfully evaded.� Mothers have to stay up; the porch light on and a hand h... » Continue Reading
Not sure if this will be a poem or a rant. Maybe a little bit of both? I just find it weird I'm stuck in a lot of ways. "Growth Mindset" what each recited ontop a cliff that day. More or less...a happy sentiment etched on ceramic. I wonder if I had a running sprint off it, what impression would have been left on those who met me prior but then chose to forget. I get along really well with people i... » Continue Reading