Carpe diem

Don’t ask “why no children”, it’s too late, it’s too soon.

Some dreams turn to dust, when the blood leaves your womb

Acknowledgement Letter From Mom

I felt like I wanted a letter from my narcissistic mother, in which she acknowledged what she did. So I wrote this.

my body is poetry

these curves

these stretch marks

these surgery scars

“I love your necklace. It’s so pretty.”

Names I would have whispered at bedtime.