The brain is good at hiding things.
Category: mental health
healing.
there is no rhythm to the remembering, / no time or space or elaborate calling
the truth of it
words are fraying tethers.
inanimate
I thought of the end and / I met it for what it was.
preservation
inches from the nowhere drain
the rut
descend and dissolve
on why I can’t help myself
because I don’t / know how to know / it any other way
times I felt I wasn’t enough.
Let’s stop making other peoples bodies our business.
anxiety as a chair
the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
the year our children grew in isolation.
He’s this whole entire other person and it’s happened in secret.
Magic Mama 