Parts Work

The parts of mewho used to give a shitabout what we are “supposed” to doare hiding out backsmoking a jointWhile the partwho wants to danceis doing cartwheelsin the front yardafter spending the morningdrinking mimosason a rocky beachflirting with a sunburnAnd for a momentall the partsare at peace

A Letter to my mom (or Women on the Verge of a Midlife Crisis)

I get it now In ways I couldn't before The unsettling of The messy middle That lingering urge To get in the car alone And just keep driving The longing For something unclear Out of focus Or just out of reach The sense of loneliness Even while surrounded By so much love So much humanity … Continue reading A Letter to my mom (or Women on the Verge of a Midlife Crisis)