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When I went missing, the cops came to investigate within two hours of my disappearance. When she went missing, it took them
By Chloë J.11 months ago in Poets
madness, utter madness, reflected and refracted in your tidal gaze- where was it conceived? my broken mind? or yours? I search for the center of the ripples, where the stone went in, but I
My grandmother passed down a ring she got for her eighth grade graduation. I wear it almost every day. She also gave me her incessant fears and worries-
I. The city, with her sirens and laughter and music and screaming (we met there, in the center of the beautiful noise) II.
sorry New Jersey- we just made the connection, but no thanks to you.
I. wine-sweet kisses on a snowed in night, letting winter linger in ice-sugar snowdrifts, up against the door. let’s play
I have a collection of mothers; everywhere I go, I find them. I know they are my mothers because they each hold a small piece of my one
tie me to a radiator. brand me with love. I welcome the burn; hurt me. singe me. set me aflame. it would be better than the Arctic Circle of neglect
sick of void-shouting; sometimes the mountain feels more lonely than others.
Abstract When was the last time you were Home Alone-ing it through the airport? Barefoot? Sprinting for your life towards a gate that turns out to be wrong? For me it was this morning. I’m not quite sure my dignity has recovered; I mean my type A, over-planning high anxiety self had gotten my family to the airport over two hours before our flight departed, which for me was cutting it close. My family insisted it was plenty of time. Which means I now have an ace-in-the-hole I-told-you-so.
By Chloë J.11 months ago in Wander
I have always killed my succulents. I’m told I over water them- apparently, you can love a thing too much; love it, in fact, to it’s death.
almost missed my self- imposed deadline. I wonder, am I enough yet?