This is for the girls scribbling chemistry notes in the margins. The ones who outgrew attaching last names in the third grade. The ones look...

The girl with hair like cotton candy gave me saving words tonight. And I thanked her, politely. They were blue and green. Blue words like he...

Quilts heavy Eyes heavy Words heavy And we don't know what to do with them. Words wander Hands wander Thoughts wander ...

I saw the lights line up last night. Not the stars, Just the street lamps. I saw the hands on the asphalt, And the skin, And the sheets. And...

I forgot about the sun. I forgot about 2013 and rhymes on napkins and I forgot about sleeping with my face to the wall. And I forgot about s...

you asked me to write about death, but all that comes to mind is hands. hands on the small of my back. fingers on my scalp. & prints eve...

18 minutes left of class. but I know I'll never be Lexi, because I'll never learn to paste my pain on a screen with words to make th...

I don't believe my face has enough color in it, so I wear lipstick though my mother tells me not to. I don't believe in coincidences...

Oh but darling, what if we were allowed to say no? As if  we were whatever we wished to be. As if she called ...

I'm home at last and I still haven't slept in my own bed since Thursday. It has nothing to do with your arms and everything to do wi...