A letter to my body

I always promise to love you one daywhen you’re small enoughor strongor made of more muscle than fat Every day I hold youthank youfor all the places we goand thenI squeeze poke prodhate youin the same breath that praised youseconds before i don’t know that you’ll everbe enoughto eradicate my ever-growing need toshrink you why can’t youContinue reading “A letter to my body”

A letter to my mind

Why can’t you love me for whoI amInstead of who you wantme to be Will carrying yourdaily stressand surviving without the nutrientsI needever be enough All I want is to behealthy strongTo carry us to the highest mountainsand swim through the deepest seas Will you please show me around the worldtry new foods in Rome and new drugsin IbizaI promise toContinue reading “A letter to my mind”

An Artist’s Limerick

In a horrible,terrible,cruel twist of fateit appears I am bound to be happy. I am not a shrew,curmudgeon,or ingrate,but this news has me feeling quite bratty. You see I’ve built a lifebased on struggleand strife.I constructed these wallson my own. Now, hammer in hand, I see lines in the sand*from my past selvesthat I haveoutgrown.Continue reading “An Artist’s Limerick”

Just because it’s Taurus season doesn’t mean you have to be so stubborn

Sometimes I’m wrong. Not all of the time. But some of the time. And when I am wrong, boy am I wrong.  But in the moment when I’m actively being wrong I never know it. Zach and I are both what I can only describe as people aggressively seeking more. More information, more communication, moreContinue reading “Just because it’s Taurus season doesn’t mean you have to be so stubborn”