Poems from traintracks
a broken promisetorn sinews, feathers of painsoar, wings; let it go
healing is a fightwingspan in a duffel bag(you are forgiven)
don’t-pick-up-the-phone-please-don’t
i know nana hates me for who i am who i'm not. everything’s fine (except on holidays)i see her and...
dear past, present, and future self,
you fall in love at thirteen
it is may and you are sick again
delicate and easy prey you are
but you...