An Introduction

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Ressentiment

  I very nearly told you…   About where I’m headed How leaving you was dreaded About how much gloating I’d done In front of everyone About how I felt about you And why I can’t continue And why I’m not going to connect About how I hate when you deflect About my heart’s suture…

Amor Fati

At 6, I was left with some relatives while my mom was in prison, and my father’s sister who was 11 used to hit me all of the time because she didn’t want to baby-sit me. Feel that. Someone tweeted to me the comment your blog is cool. Feel that. And yet somehow I still…

Insignificantfactorsingrandlifeequations

You know how much I love it when you beg. You’re hurting me with this now so pretend to care just a lil… If there is a hell I’m going because of you. You don’t even need me for this anymore so you’re being incredibly cruel. I don’t want to tell you to fuck off…

On the 153rd Juneteenth

He doesn’t know that I picked him because he is beautiful and manipulative like my mother. I picked him because he is brilliant and distant like my father. I picked him because like my parents he ignores me. It doesn’t matter that he’s just your garden variety white boy. For him and for them, I…

Bruce Lee

A broken down Greyhound Stuck in Birmingham Chopsticks for Bobbi pins Nothing but hand me downs Babysitting at 10 Running through the hood In nothing but Underoo’s Mom liked being used Given away, nowhere to stay Molestation attempts fueled by booze God doesn’t see any of this Torture isn’t news Excelling at academics No praise,…

Drowning Fishes

I can’t write about me from your point of view I have no idea why you do what you do This means I’ve never ever really known you How come you can’t just say, “Yeah, we’re through?” It’s not your fault you want to keep the door open I’m obviously the one who should get…

Tame Impala

I see clearly though. I know what you want but you can’t have it. The ordinary life is the achievement. I’m so scared of everything. I’m pretty sure that I’m so passionate because I’m ignored a lot. If I was getting my needs met calm confidence would prevail, not my relentless passion. But you don’t…

Orville and Wilbur

I met the dude who liked apologizing and the one who only ever lied and I met the one who thought he was a pimp and the one who secretly tried I met the cute one with the fetishes and the ugly one who told jokes I met the one who threw around a ‘lil…

Beginner’s Mind

Let some of this old stuff- these past feelings- go. They don’t have to define you anymore. They aren’t helping you do anything but rehash re-experience And retraumatize Yourself. No one else… Just yourself. So let some of this old stuff- these past feelings-go. You bear the scars- The ones that prove that you survived…

Hallowed

He fucks with my soul on purpose and it’s terribly beautiful, like a forgotten handmade lace couch arm sized doily from a bygone era tea stained, singed and smoked black on the edges crumbling and frail abandoned in a spiderweb covered box out of sight still covered in sugar and I let him fuck with…

Esther Pauline “Eppie” Lederer

You like hanging onto nothing The boy is peanut butter in your hair Do not text the runner up when you are in this frame of mind Do not text the back up and tease him with your lying Do not text number two, or three, especially not fucking three Don’t become the vision you’re…