Category: buttonpoetry

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak…

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak or a joke, I look in the mirror and convince myself that you must be lying. That that cannot be true. I am a reflection of you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave o…

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave of the teenager I used to be.

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but…

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but mine.

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s gui…

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s guilt—turn each page, watch women make ugly shrine of their/my bones.

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s we…

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s weight slung on our backs.

We are all great stories though not all writte…

We are all great stories though not all written as chapter books.

We wanted the first kiss to be a safe bet, the…

We wanted the first kiss to be a safe bet, the kind we could feel good about telling our kids but didn’t end in heartbreak or sex.

My first altar was a soft forgiveness.

My first altar was a soft forgiveness.

Once, I forgave a predator because I was afrai…

Once, I forgave a predator because I was afraid to start drama in our friend group. Two weeks later, he assaulted someone else. I am still carrying the guilt in my purse.

I can imagine the loneliness shaken from me by…

I can imagine the loneliness shaken from me by the blurry distance that years make— but today you are not here. All that is here is this empty, is this unending.