when i finally grow tired of begging


i dig my fingers into the dirt


feel the deep pulse of the soil


the earth puddled with blood and tears


roots grow beneath my kneecaps


gnarled and ugly


but stronger than i used to be


i still wear my body as an apology


skin taut with what i can’t control


sang of love and it came out screaming


held my heart under my soles


i tied the knot floating in my gut


left lightness to the birds


i wish my skin could wrap around you


fold you in my organs


i’m always missing


the answers to the easiest questions


after all this time


i thought i had perfected the art of starving

Fall 2017