You fear the dawn and the dusk. That’s when I hold you down and pin you between my legs and weep as I inject you. I have to do it. I am the beloved abuser. We hold each other tightly and we do not talk about it. We are together.

If only the walls could tell people my truth, speak upon my behalf as my personal sleuth.

Our text threads began with scores, sometimes our guesses or what made the day’s puzzle challenging. From there, we flowed into conversations about details my mother might not have shared had our contact stayed limited to a weekly call: The way the tumor in her pelvis made it hard to get comfortable.

when will smallness equate to the endless possibility to grow?

For the remainder of my time in the hospital, I wear short sleeves. I’m not ashamed anymore.

on my first gay date she told me her father’s a deadbeat and i told her what I think of god. she said hey maybe he’s hiding in plain sight and i said you mean She.

Even though the forests are naked shivering, the seas drowning, and animals imprisoned, it’s all still a kind of good.