sadness – Reaching Joy

The Kitchen

The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”

I Am

Sadness, pour yourself against my heart until the flood gates open– I am still me. Fear, hold yourself down on my family when the light seems empty– I will still be The girl with a dozen scars on one heart string alone, memories too full to count. I am the Buddha aboveContinue reading “I Am”