When I die,
put “village crazy lady” in my obituary
as my occupation.
Village crazy lady—like Moana’s grandmother.
That’s who I really am—
the soul
beneath all of my roles.
Tag: poetry
Partnership
Growing up, I never learned how to dance with another person.
I learned how to orbit them,
for they were the center of gravity;
how to flatten myself against walls,
for they always filled the room.
So I’m working on learning those things now:
how to be equal,
how to take up space,
how to give and take,
how to dance.
You Are Your Own Hero
Recovery from love addiction
is the sadness of realizing nobody else can save you from your pain
and the brutal sweetness of knowing you must save yourself
(Fall 2022)
Single, Queer, and Content
“A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”-Gloria Steinem
“Your life doesn’t need to have any dicks in it to be rich and fulfilling.”-me
Woulda Shoulda Coulda
If only I’d known
that your sense of intellectual superiority,
your inability to admit when you were wrong,
and your unwillingness to reconsider your opinions
were not signs of strength,
but signs of weakness.
They were what drew me to you
in the beginning,
and what pushed me away
in the end.
Teacher’s Pet
I was thrilled when I aced your tests
until I realized
that the right person
wouldn’t be testing me in the first place
———
Shoutout to Rachel Krantz, whose book Open: an Uncensored Memoir of Love, Liberation, and Non-Monogamy helped me a lot an inspired this poem.
Bargain
If losing you
was the cost of finding myself,
it was a price well worth paying.
Self-Defense
You can only abuse someone for so long
until they get tired of your shit
and stand up to you
This is true
even when that someone
is yourself
My Own Damn Planet
At the end of the day,
I didn’t want to be
one of the many moons
in your orbit.
I wanted to be
my own damn planet.
Erosion
This poem is dedicated to a person who I’ll always love, and who showed me the meaning of unconditional love. (SBH)
Your love is a steady stream of water
carving away at my mountain of insecurities
Your love is a fierce gust of wind
wearing down my fears and past hurts
Your love is erosion
in the most beautiful way
(late 2019 or early 2020)
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