Poetry
Love Yourself in Every Language
Start with a mantra. And a mirror.
The same words, daily.
To My First Love:
The love I had for you
I did not know where to let it rest
in the face of despair, don’t forget your fairy godmother is still there
when you look up at the night sky
what do you see?
displaced yearning
there is a longing within me
for something that is not there
Versions of Myself at a Party
One of me sways to music, stays smiling
Reaches my arms up to fractured ceilings
Poem to a Blocked Contact
I wish you knew what I was up to.
good enough ii
two cultured,
my mind cluttered,
i struggle,
attempt to juggle.
Матрёшка
There are twenty-one of me
inside of me
One for each year of life
on this Earth