Taking Stock: February 2021
I don’t know if I should be piling more onto my plate. I can barely carry my plate. I served waaaay too much at the buffet.
Category: Poetry
#TBT
I woke up to you and you fell asleep to me
do you know why
Do you know why mothers are a healing ground? Why they are a balm, a saviour, a creator of light? Why they can take your tears and turn them into the redefining of what your soul is, a better version, a refined self? Because they have been knitting you together, reshaping you, since you were […]
tired
isn’t it crazy that words are your best therapy but sometimes you feel too deeply to even lay on the couch they’ve set up for you like, you can’t find them to describe how tired tiredness feels and how weary you are of hope hope is a taxing, terrible thing because by virtue of its […]
supplication
I kiss a prayer onto your shoulder, leading a doxology down your neck for forgiveness and priestly pardons, past sins since forgotten blessings where vein meets sinew thanksgiving where lips skip over spine.
motherhood
motherhood must make you the most religious person in the room – constantly. find your powerful deity of choice with any luck, the most powerful – it’s a gamble with those guys – and rail at them begging them ‘not mine. don’t take mine.’ Constantly.