PinnedPublished inHuman PartsA letter to my 40-year-old self on the eve of my 30th birthdayAre we still around?Jul 13, 2023265Jul 13, 2023265
My Debut Poetry Collection, “I Am Not Easy to Love,” Explores Heartbreak — And HopeI didn’t think I would recover from heartbreak. Poetry helped illuminate my path.May 6, 20201KMay 6, 20201K
My time in residential treatmentI never intended to pursue residential treatment. I also never intended to be cripplingly depressed.Feb 16, 20209271Feb 16, 20209271
Published inHuman PartsHerpes: The Curse That Wasn’tIgnorance around herpes and other STDs made coming to terms with my diagnosis harder than it needed to beNov 13, 20192.3K11Nov 13, 20192.3K11
Published inHuman PartsThe Art of Taking Up Space‘I’m less attracted to you since you’ve gained weight,’ he says, and I say, ‘Fuck you.’Sep 18, 20195.1K22Sep 18, 20195.1K22
The Ferocity of Female Friendships: A Reading ListMy first friend, I think, was a hospital nurse.Sep 3, 2019311Sep 3, 2019311
Published inHuman PartsI’m 10 Years Old, and I Can’t EatAll my life, anxiety has moved me across the board of my life like a pawnAug 14, 20193K11Aug 14, 20193K11
MelpomeneI am not easy to love No sugar-coated treat to suck on for a penny. I cannot be punched out of cardstock with eager thumbs And folded into…Apr 30, 2019Apr 30, 2019
where you won’t: a trilogyi. when I am gone like the last bite of a chocolate cream pie all that remains is the velvet sweetness on your tongue the crumbs on your…Apr 24, 2019Apr 24, 2019
Tales from the Psych Ward, Part 1Or, Why Do I Swear and Write in All Caps So Often in my Diary?Feb 22, 2019Feb 22, 2019
blindedLook, I say as I hike up my skirt Stop touching and look. Here’s the Big Dipper. Right here on my leg. Do you see it?Feb 14, 2019Feb 14, 2019
When Positivity Becomes ToxicThe examining table was cold beneath my clenched fingers. Each joint strained with the effort of keeping me immobile. Otherwise — if not…Feb 5, 2019Feb 5, 2019
wildI know within me lies something ancient, primal, Smells like blood and sweat and roses Gnawing on the bones of those Who doubted her…Feb 2, 20191Feb 2, 20191
StargazerI spit it out like poison in my mouth I spit it out like blood between my teeth A hangnail that dug into the pink of my gums that throbbed…Jan 26, 2019Jan 26, 2019