Fault Lines

To My Mother

Momma he beats me.

What do you want for dinner?

Leftovers sound fine.


To My Lover Abroad

Tell me you love me.

Remember the ferry ride?

I sent a postcard.


To My Rapist

Bruises are bone deep,

Your name is burned on my skin,

But this body’s mine.


À Mon Ancienne Petite Amie

Your life is noir.

Vogue cigarettes for breakfast,

You’ll never be French.


To Everyone

Tectonic tensions,

Every relationship quakes.

I run for shelter.



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world



different parts of a greater picture. it makes a beautiful messed up mural, all things worth saving are.

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