Purpose in Purses

2.26.2019. hoarding all of my assumed necessities in a pink Coach bag. where’s my vape? she asked. leaning against a table as two heavy Kate Spades smack me, their blonde owners rush towards smiling faces. i slip away from the table, and return to another hit by another Kate whose owner is a tall, hostileContinue reading “Purpose in Purses”

post-run

5.30.21. earbuds in, cord hanging loose, music blaring: I observe the scenery. Somber faces on auto-pilot. I wonder if my own face appears as detached or curious as I would hope. I concentrate on my movement, and ruminate on my growth. the past years have been sessions on defining boundaries. why do I seek anythingContinue reading “post-run”

Shadow

11.21.18 I’m in a mood, I say. But this underlying chaos rises too close every time I speak. I’m just tired, I think. Clouds of puffy smoke dance inside of me, leaning against the Exit. I spot my shadow. She is impatient. She is a warrior, ready for this stagnancy to pass. Slow and steady,Continue reading “Shadow”

masculinity (the ego)

i was not created to fuel the male ego. nor my own. entitlement leads to a toxic karmic path. i am nobody, and neither are you. we do not float along to slut shame, or to sneer at our peers for things we misconstrue. do you know me? i don’t know you. i am anContinue reading “masculinity (the ego)”

sharing our energy

7.14.18 we pass on catty words — that’s how we make friends, see? my hate is similar to your hate. we sigh and breathe insults at those we love or even better: leave a gust of silence so still it leaves puckered red marks circling our throats. we have mouths that speak these heavy words,Continue reading “sharing our energy”

live your truth

7.12.18 How many white lies have you told? I’ve told more. How many omissions have you kept, nestled away? Bet I can beat you. I’m the best of the best. Do I do this out of compassion for others? (30%) Reality just disappoints the imagination. So many delusions, the world says. Keep the dream alive,Continue reading “live your truth”

M.A. (A Stray)

My anxiety softly touches my hair in an attempt to soothe my worries. My anxiety says dark things, half-seriously, in an attempt to make things light. I see a stray, Daisy, and she yells upon sight. She comes close, and sees I am a flower, too. We walk on, led by the sunlight. My anxietyContinue reading “M.A. (A Stray)”