A Body Tries to Tell the Truth A boy walks into a surgery. Fires used to eat medical records. Doctors used to lie. I’m staring at birth certificate. It is a forgery. The State can lie. A boy declines a surgery, prays for less of himself instead. A man wishes his body was a forgery, …
Intersections I stand here On the edge of many intersections. Reckoning. With pride. With so much pride in who I am. All the experiences that have shaped me. That have hurt me. Times when I have hurt others and hurt myself. I hold weight for generations that I hope to undo. Of shame and embarrassment …
I’m not falling out of love our bed is disaster even when made. the metal underbelly of the futon gives way creating a divet in the middle. i crawl in to feel the mattress, too-thin, its lumps where the frame crosses underneath. i remember its stains beneath the sheets; i don’t know who else slept …
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