The clock ticks 12
And your holding my hand
I feel the callous of your fingers past my knuckle
The clock ticks 1230
And your staring in my eyes
So intently I swear you can read my mind
I’m slick with the thought of you
Which I tell you
You’ve felt the same for days
Everything is aligning; everything feels right
And then you push me against a wall
You roughly take my kiss
No one can know
As you slide your hand in his
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
People often tell me they’ve never met someone like me
But they won’t remember me
I have to introduce myself a dozen times
I’m always someone else’s “twin”
It’s as if I slip right between their fingers
It’s as if my face doesn’t match my soul
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
Again today confronts me
As if a wall rose with the sun
Would it be better to know when is the last
Or for the last moments to slip away quietly
To be recalled alone in bed decades from now
Over a hot tea or a glass of brandy
Is it better to know or know not
Ironically I may never decide
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 9:58 PM UTC
Being a caregiver is so much about relinquishing control
Control over their choices
Control over time
Control over the rest of the team
It’s about tempering disappointment
It’s becoming a sponge for hurt and pain
It’s finding humor in the darkest places
Finding love in loss
I can never be who I was before this
I cannot stop seeing their pain
Hearing their hearts
Knowing their limits
In the most beautiful way the work I saught to feel in control taught me how to let go of it
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
Another solo flight around the sun
Another birthday candle lit by myself
Another childless purposeless year
Amen
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
I don’t know why I find myself here again
Yearning for more but also being disgusted by it
Like drooling on a piece of fruit
It’s beautiful it’s healthy it makes you happy but it’s shameful all the same
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 12:21 AM UTC
I accept love in the ways I receive it
I am grateful for love in all the ways it has been shown to me
I’m at peace if romantic love is not a part of my story
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
Why is it there is an invisible thread between all women
An understanding no words are required for
The fear, the pressure, the internal clock
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
I remember it all
Down to the stretch of my shorts and the tie in my curls
The way you lingered; daring to get closer
As if a magnet drew us together
I thought; so that’s what fate feels like
But now I wonder if that’s how antelope feel as a lion closes in
If the tug in my gut was my body sensing your threat
I never was a good runner
Or maybe I knew you’d catch me regardless
But I remember it all
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC