Mental health poems by yours truly.
February 12, 2019• Poetry, Writing
I know the best kind of worrying. I rub the callouses on his hands. She sprays lavender on my pillow. She makes me soup and crumbles the...
June 1, 2018• Poetry, Writing
I don’t believe in…. horoscopes, but Leos are said to be loyal, and I was the best friend you ever had. God, but in Catechism I liked...
Her face is crumpled like the napkin I use to cover my food. Equal doses anorexia and diner coffee make me frenetic. I giggle, and my brain...
