My Mother’s Body Was a Question Mark
My mother’s body was a question mark. I am unsure if I am the answer that followed. My mother’s body
Tag: Poetry
The Poetry Living In My Skin
I am trying to give these poems a home I am sometimes too afraid to house them in my body
You Were Loved That Much
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
