They took my bra because of the underwire. My breasts were free, but I was not. I couldn’t wear my sneakers from my husband because of the laces. And I could not bring in any of my pens to write poetry. They couldn’t let us have the things that made us comfortable or happy. We might kill ourselves, you know.
Tag: memoir
Slice of Memoir Flash Nonfiction
We’re in my car, but I’m not in control. He won’t let me near my keys as he says, “I thought I had photo samples to show you, but I guess I left them at home. Come to my place” He grabs my hand and holds it, his hand a constricted artery around my palm. His eyes so blue…the blue of the sky unblemished by clouds, and just as empty.
Reading Peter Rabbit to Angelica
In our family, we love bunnies. We have a 1 year old black bunny named Parsnip. I have loved bunnies my whole life, and I have passed that down to my daughter. One of our mutual favorite stories is the classic Peter Rabbit. These were taken as we were getting ready to read together yesterday
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Memoir of a Rhinestone
Memoir of a Rhinestone
The light boils and boils within me.
I grin without skin
and color gushes out.
I was born in the dark and dirt.
Everyone around me was just like me.
Everyone around me knew they were special.
And some of us held onto that belief,
and I in my green translucency was not the least of them,
until buried in a wood of polished trees I saw
a green so pure,
so somber with the weight of effort and intention-
formed like a tooth of God,
and I felt my plastic disintegrate .
Depression
Beneath sinister stars
I am attacked by sunset
stealing my hope at gunpoint.
God I am terrified of the back of my eyelids
Polite Fire
Miniature Moon 