When will being me feel like a success?
Tattoo your inner demonsall over my bodyLay your glance next to my heartTouch my soul *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
Listen to me put you down.Beg me to make you beg for more.Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
I’m hitting the unremarkable age of thirty-four. Unremarkable, not unimportant.
It’s noble to care about humanity’s health. But doctors today misdiagnose, over prescribe and charge exorbitant fees for what they do. How is this noble?
A review of ‘Sisterland’ by Curtis Sittenfeld
My affection, it grew like a treeReaching out words like branchesChopped & sanded till you swept up the scrapsWith a broom of the twigs that fell off. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.