I am seventeen syllables of horribly disfigured heart, ache.

“One cannot transcend trauma,” she says. And that’s what we worry abut so we clench and clench and clench knowing that perhaps we are hammering in nails that will keep us trapped beneath dirt and grass and flowers in an underworld of trauma and traumatic aftermath and memories of teeth in bloody pools muscles that [...]

People often ask each other Please don’t die I love you I love you I haven’t spoken to you in months and years but you mean the world to me I know you’re suffering you’re old and life is long but you mean the world to me and I need you no matter what You’re [...]

in my fantasy when you come home I am sitting in the corner in darkness in tears in death in all of the things that would torture you in reality whether you are here or not guilt keeps me upright on a couch the lights on the tv blaring the fingers moving across a keyboard [...]

we of the curlied hairs are missing even when there is colour.

A woman’s right to choose should not be relative to socioeconomic status in the history of this country where Black women lived under slavery under white men in a white building still tryin to tell em what to do with their bodies. And the Black man who’s supposed to get in their way? He said, [...]

She looks me in the eye and with some urgency says I left Barbados on my birthday I’m trying not to cry as the tears well up in her eyes. I came because I wanted my children to have a better life. She tells me this over and over And I am thinking About leaving [...]

I would like to write a poem But my neck hurts and my body is agony and it’s hard to imagine life as not agony when my neck is screaming help me it begs and I run to get the aleve the tylenol the anything please please god if you existed why I move slowly [...]

I lived for the day when I could twirl like Jane Austen.

I am, my entire existence is, essentially, a series of mistakes.