Chalk Outlines

Someone in the room asked her how she would deal with gender discrimination. She gave one simple response: In life, you have to choose your battles." -Abi Ishola

Nana, gracias por la belleza con la que viviste y con la belleza con la que nos dejaste.

We bore each other.

You were a fool to think you could nestle fire in your chest purge it from your lips and hold it in your hands confused blisters for tiny thought bubbles let them burrow like needy orphans in your forgotten milieu of inchoate jumbles of me when your flesh began to mar and mold itself you thought it was the joining of our two souls and so you waited charred and shadowed you waited for me to spare you, to leave your insides long enough to digest my halfheart Love I was there the whole time, let fire ravage left and right ventricles ‘til you were mulcted of your sanity, ‘til your offal was no longer beating, I call your name and you melt, you really melt, under me you sear like bone and meat moribund lover, you make me hate the way I burn like Sylvia’s oven, Isadora’s scarf, Frida’s last words, Amelia’s wings, and your ashes perched on my lips.

This year was the year of scabs, come scrape what's left behind, come twist the knife a little further, darling please come please come you have a way with words they spill over, daring me to stay a little longer wanting you to gnaw at these remains you wretch of a lover you always take and forget what  you find you leave my home so unbearably empty your wants are too ambitious you pillaged and burned my love to the ground I am the land you left behind.

themselves on the ceiling fan.

My doggie waking up 😂❤️

Not you, you are a foreign land where spilled feelings dance across your back, acceptance sprouts from the paths made by your legs to your thighs, thieves rejoice in the temple of your soul, and all the devils do not dare mourn the grace from which you fall.