Nunya: A Poem

I’ve always thought my private thoughts are nunya business. They suck emotional energy to unpack so why should I unpack for just anyone? Please don’t shame me for not being open. How am I doing? I’m spring-loaded, not sure what I want but ready to betray myself to get it. What have I been up... Continue Reading →

it takes all kinds: a poem

This is for all my b-words who don’t play nice, for all my freaks who don't care, for all my boys who wear shorts in the snow, and for all my girls whose shoes don’t match. This is for my drama kings with mohawks and nose rings, for all my deadpans in black and stripes,... Continue Reading →

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