april is: a poem a day for national poetry month
SolitudeFranny ChoiI hope no one comes to my party, I said out loud, and meant it. In the email, I tried to sound too busy to carelike, I’m having too much sex to waste time on proper punctuation, pretending it’s not the other way around.Laura convinced me to jumpin the...
april is: a poem a day for national poetry month
My Perimenopausal Body Cistern Disappointing How SurprisingGabrielle CalvocoressiBled all day. Stopped bleeding. Bled some more.Went to the doctor who reached inside the womanbody I try to live with: make peace with: but also ignore.Sad tenant, my uterus. One day the tenant turnsout to be the...
andrea83_wp
I wanted a tattoo when I was about 19 or so. I imagined it, drew it out on paper, gave way too much mental space to it. My thought was to make a wry comment on the state of existence in my little newbie-at-adulting world. It looked a little like this, kind of, but not exactly. The idea was that...