Monthly Archives: August 2017

How You Met Your Mother

Being used feels like being wanted. You know how to get the former, but don’t believe the latter is possible. You learned early. To test people to find out if they love you, thinking that love means being kept safe. … Continue reading

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heat memory

We’d sweat for hours your black hair shining liquid Native skin dark against the shocking paleness of me I was 16; you 23, young enough to believe you were in love and maybe it felt normal for someone to love … Continue reading

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things kept

In a car in Texas with blue velour seats you said My shoes were ugly and no one would love me Would want to be my sister Your sister did not defend me, for the first time in my little … Continue reading

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