slowlyflowy

Homemade sitz bath

Sitz bath no tub

Friction irritated and swollen labia

Suddenly not producing discharge

Is this normal?

Sore labia minora

Vulvitis at home cure

Labia minora getting thicker

How to eat pussy like a god

Vulvitis cream cooling

Is vagasil good?

Swollen labia after fingering

Tail looking thing vulva

Weird tail inside vagina

Cervical polyp

Septate hymen

Hymen

Hymen

Hymen

Hymen

I thought my vagina had a tail

Hymenal tags and polyps

Hymen torn fingering

Hymenal tag

I called you by a man’s name

so I could hold it nearer,

ask for your brother’s hoodie

from your shoulders

Run my nose over shed cornsilk curls

Kyle

Come a little closer in the schoolyard so I forget

we aren’t one body

I’m always bigger than what I love

He 

emerges

from a wooded tomb

like a god you can touch

Places his face in her bandaged hands

“Me tangere” he says,

mane a snowy down,

new robes at her feet

The cleanest she’ll ever be

Dead tonight 

tomorrow

He took me in a bed of weeds,

cornsilk torn upon crushed cornflowers,

There she idles in the cloister

echoing silence from each passing sister

The sun, flat and wan, blanches early French winter

She recalls the jewels that once bled from stained glass

No longer pulsing with emerald light like low water

Her prayers grow faint, God’s name heavier on her tongue

In her throat, faith goes, long-gone

I envision this as a piece of a longer poem about a nun who buries herself alive and turns into a hare, choosing what she'll become. AAABC rhyme pattern? maybe AABCA or AABAC?

<<After Florence Welch’s “Monster”>>

A chance breeze through our open window

Blowing limp petals across the kitchen

I find I don’t mind them now,

these messes

I don’t want you to know

how often I’ve echoed

 write that down  in my head

at funerals

baptisms

in grocery store lines

walking past two men in love 

with themselves

Crying over a girl who was never mine,

taking a grief that doesn’t yet belong to me

and crying over that, too

Memories I don’t have

but steal all the same

prayers to a god I only name

when no other soul will listen

Exposed Aggregate

Held together, we’re softer

than loosely trying to keep shape

on our own.

Don’t walk through this earth 

without stopping yourself

and allowing idle beauty

to do as it does,

not once asking the world

to love it back

These stones, held in place by mortar,

are content with their lifelong neighbors.

It shows in how their rounded edges

pour around each other

I look at pictures from your wedding and laugh like it’s my own

For the last three days, I’ve walked to work

seen the cherry blossoms–thin on the pavement

Morning light through low-hung heat

Looked up, past it

And smiled

Tears thick on coffee-brown lashes

On my phone, you’re dancing to Abba for the fortieth time

I play it twice more, back-to-back

in awe of your hand with the tambourine 

And your husband’s on a can of cider

I’ve gained four pounds since Saturday, I’m so full of love

Remember? How we used to fit together?

Your thick, cropped blonde and my uneven brown?

Like the line where oceans meet

I used to think souls 

could only be sucked out of you in movies

I was wrong

I’m in bed with the bastard every night.

What was I like

when I knew how to be bored?

I can’t write

by 

There was this Z-shaped loft in my father’s home office

across from it, a lofted closet

with a mattress-sized hollow on top

He slept there when he was a boy, opposite two of his brothers

The bedroom where my aunt slept became mine

We share a name and bed frame between us

One room over, where the youngest aunt slept 

And the basement where the eldest brother slept

I wish I could recall

The few moments

When we were children together

So new to the world