A Poem About Perfectionism

I don’t remember perfectionism as a child.I think it began around twelve or thirteen.I remember making lists. That got me young.I remember trying to read every book in the YA section.I was homeschooled, and I think I had something to prove. I tried to grasp for control wherever I could.It was with me before school,Continue reading “A Poem About Perfectionism”

Moving My Body

I am called back to this place with pipes and broken glass like I am called back to you. Differing reasons, similar feelings. Being with you makes me want to go outside.I look for any reason to head out the door now– Whatever excuse I can find to move my body,To keep moving my body,ToContinue reading “Moving My Body”

The Importance of Breaking From Routine

I wrote a poem the other day as I was on my way out the door that included this stanza: It’s important to go out at odd times sometimesTo break from your routineRemind yourself you’re not locked inThat there’s a whole big world just waiting Writers and other creative types often talk about the importanceContinue reading “The Importance of Breaking From Routine”

I Move to a New City

I move to a new city,Ask it to read me poetry.The city obliges,But do I listen?Not always. I move to a new city,Where there’s a lot more graffiti,Fewer trees,And construction that goes on all year.My date whispers there’s a conspiracy,Doesn’t want them to overhear. The date I know I’ll never see again.I haven’t loved anyoneContinue reading “I Move to a New City”

early adolescence in the mid-2000s

Content Note: this piece includes mention of abuse, disordered eating, and self-harm. early adolescence in the mid-2000spink-and-blackgloss that gives my lips bee stingsidentity reduced to the nail polish relatives buy me every birthdayholding on to stuffed animalsuntil a big bag of them gets thrown awaymean girls, misogynistic boys, mini skirtslearning what calories are and countingContinue reading “early adolescence in the mid-2000s”