A poet who becomes an astronaut in her sleep.
I remember when I used to save everything. Every text. Every picture. Every screenshot of something memorable.
Nowadays, I find myself deleting it...
When we envision cuddling
it’s always two spoons
tucked under blankets and moonlight
but in truth
it’s too hot
my arms fall...
There’s nothing more dibilitating
No body wants to know
why it has been so easy to...
in all of its yes
in all of its yes my body
The first time that you
said my name, it sounded like
a silver lining
“If you think women are crazy you’ve never had a dude go from hitting on you to literally threatening to kill you in the time it takes you to say “no thanks.””