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Mommy never cared, Daddy disappeared.
Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir
Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →
Brooklyn Baby: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Brooklyn Baby I cried yesterday when I got home. I felt my insides shake and my spine curl inwards, Like my body was seeking a warm hug from something, Anything, Even itself. I sat in bed and closed my eyes then let the music play with them closed, Sometimes, if I let it consume me... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl.
It's late, but I don't care. My heart hurts.
November: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
November My heart is broken and I don’t know why. I never gave it away after him. Inside my chest, it hurts And I panic Because I cannot reach inside And stitch is back together Without killing myself. My mind is unraveling as my heart rots away I don’t understand the words that come from... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Good things come to those who wait. My ass.
If Nothing Mattered…
I'd smoke. I'd quit both my jobs. I'd eat what I wanted. I'd drop out of school and leave the country. I'd write and create and listen to music. I'd make a new group of friends. I'd sleep better. I'd kiss without second thought. I'd say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 