A poet dealing with the daunting realities of my ending 20s, a less than ideal love life, and a mother with dementia. These are pieces crafted during my Creative Writing MA and new ones I wished had shown their face in my dissertation.
Beautiful things shouldn’t be able to cause pain
Memories, pretty bitches
Most in my mind are on speed dial
Others easily found in my address book
And of course those I stumble upon searching for thos...
The first time I hugged him
And the last time Smelled the same.
Tide pods and uncertainty Of how long to linger
How much to squeeze
To rub my back
Or let his hand drop
Meet my eyes with a smile