Q-tips feel good when I scratch inside my ear, try to find what’s living in there. Is it guilt for being “the golden child,” my sister running away to the Hewitt playground because of the dark shadow behind me? Maybe it’s associations, trauma, changing the narrative as a practice, taking gentle effort, taking time?Continue reading “Q-tips”
Tag Archives: trauma
Assumptions
I assume you’re not gonna call back — trauma says, “Why would you? Don’t you see my flaws? Don’t you see my fears written out in flowers and bulbs?” Ballpoint pens do not lie like the rest of the world, like my mind hearing you say I am pretty, or I am adventurous, I am,Continue reading “Assumptions”
Three Parts
I. Our hearts wide open on the sofa, in the den, we glide past memories and landscapes of lost wishes and dreams untouched– but oh, my dear, did you touch them! How far you ran! How far we traveled when home was right next door? I can only tell you so many times how muchContinue reading “Three Parts”
Reaching Joy 