To dad, on his 74th birthday and the 21st anniversary of his passing.
Trauma is a narcissistic being
Happy Birthday Mom,
Three poems for you.
The Clock Nothing has happened Since I am healing That makes me wonder if the brokenness makes me unique or some sort of a freak. The therapist laughs and looks at the ceiling She has big long hair and red nails I’m bored; I think while touching my fingers I also have red nails, butContinue reading “Poem XVI: The clock”