Happy Birthday, Dad

Content note: this piece deals with addiction, abuse, and intergenerational trauma. I wish my father a happy birthday.He tells me he’s drinking again,And that he hardly heard from anyone.I can only ever write poems about him. Write back, he always says.His emails come quickly, contain hardly anything.Write back, he always says.Write back. I have toContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Dad”

26 This Spring

I was sick last night. I lay on the bathroom floor for hours, shaking. Something went wrong in my body and I felt it in every part of me. I could barely keep my eyes open. I was alone. I lay there and cycled through the following: I wish this wasn’t happening, I wish this wasn’t happening, what’s wrong, when is it going to stop, what did I do wrong, why is this happening, I wish this wasn’t happening…