Month February 2024

You Are Not the Sunrise

You are not the sunrise.You are the remainsof last nights rain on asphalt. As much at fault as pitter patterraindrops dropping skitter skatterapologies from your dry tongue. Old weather glints in the sunand we ask whether what was lostis worth…

Croning

I had a revelation last night about how I’ve gone through life never feeling good enough because I have based my worth on whether or not I’d be seen as attractive to a man. Last night I was like, fuck…