Poetry

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The Geography of Almost-Touching

A study of the distances we maintain and the spaces that form between bodies that almost met.

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Letter to the Self Who Survived

Dear you: I am writing from the other side of a year I did not believe would end.

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Weather Report for the Interior

Morning: low pressure system moving through the chest cavity. Afternoon: clearing.

poetry· 5 min

Inventory

A catalog of what remains after everything expected has been subtracted.

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poetry· 6 min

Epistemology of the Body

A sequence of poems interrogating what the body knows that the mind refuses to admit.

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Probably Forever

I have stopped setting the table for two the way you stop expecting a train that hasn't run this route in years. Not grief. Just scheduling.

poetry· 6 min read

Variations on a Theme by Rain

Rain falls differently on every roof. Here are five of them.

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Instructions for the End of the World

When the last light fails, here is what you should remember.

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poetry· 4 min read

Ode to the Unfinished

For every completed thing there are a thousand half-begun, abandoned at the first difficulty. This is for them.

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The Strange Comfort of Low Expectations

A prose poem about the quiet freedom of wanting less. Not sadness, not giving up — something closer to finally exhaling after years of holding a breath you forgot you were holding.

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The Bag I Haven't Packed

The bag is already packed. It packed itself. The exit strategy runs underneath every good thing, especially the good things. Learning to leave it where it is is the whole work.

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Fine

Fine. Four letters. One syllable. The most load-bearing word in the English language, and the one that means the least of what it says.

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The Discipline of Staying

The instinct fires in four seconds. Evacuate the feeling. Not the room — the feeling. Learning to stay in your own body when someone gets close to the real thing is the hardest discipline there is.

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What Came Standard for Everyone Else

The lessons that should have come standard but didn't. How to fight without destroying. How to need someone. How to exist in a room without performing your right to be there.

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What I Haven't Said Yet

Five poems about the particular terror of wanting someone when you've only just learned that wanting doesn't have to cost you something.

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Let Me Try

A prose poem on brokenness, intimacy, and the terrifying ask: can I stop bracing? On loving someone when your body still carries the choreography of someone else's damage.

Itemized

A receipt for everything that was taken. Capacity for trust, four years of sleep, the ability to be in a room without locating the exit. Quantity: one. Price: non-refundable. Total: still calculating.

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What I Killed to Survive

A lullaby for the version of herself she had to bury to survive childhood. Tender and genuinely monstrous. The burial was real. So was the love. So is the fact that the grave was disturbed.

Tuesday

Tuesday is the week's most honest room. No momentum left from Monday, no relief of Friday coming. Just the gray light, the carrying, and the relentless continuing.

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Not Even Worth a Thought

Those words came from a damaged place in someone else and landed in me. I have been watering them ever since. The instrument was never reliable. I just didn't know there were others.

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Taxonomy of Ways People Leave Without Leaving

They didn't use the door. The departure happened anyway — through the name they stopped using, the questions deflected back, the emotional mail forwarded somewhere else first.

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Still Learning How to Let It

I keep waiting for the catch. A survival mechanism wearing a quirk's clothes. The good thing is here. I don't know what to do with that yet.

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The Case Against Myself

A poem on self-trust and vulnerability — I turn the good thing over until I find the flaw. On healing, love, and the armor that keeps everything out. Including this.

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Frequency

A love poem on connection and healing — it doesn't feel like finding, it feels like remembering. On the frequency between two people who somehow already knew each other.

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Second Body

A personal lyric poem on body and transformation — you woke up in the revision already implemented. On illness, identity, and grief for a body that changed without asking.

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What You Don't Know You're Doing

He sends a song and means it. I'm recalibrating everything. He's healing me without knowing. Without trying. Just being.

The Grammar of the Unfinished

A poetry catalog of sentences that stopped before the period — on grief, language, and the forms that time leaves behind when it refuses to finish.

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Instruments: Five Poems on the Body and Medical Care

Five poems on the body and medical care — lyric negotiations between flesh, instrument, and the word care. A verse companion to Slit Lamp.

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Taxonomy of Apologies Never Given

The apology you drafted and deleted. The one that came as behavior instead of words. The one still happening. A catalog of debts the mouth declined to pay.

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Taxonomy of Silences

Silence isn't the absence of language. It's language that decided you weren't worth the words. Or that you were worth more than words could hold.

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The Tuesday I Chose Myself

A poetry piece on quiet revolution and self-trust — the morning I finally showed up for myself. On anxiety, breakups, and the smallest acts of choosing.

Portrait of the Mother as a Weather System

A lyric portrait of the mother as a weather system — low pressure, probability of thunder. Pack an umbrella. A poem about family and atmospheric dread.

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Taxonomy of Small Griefs

A catalog poem of small griefs no one eulogizes — the sock without a match, the word you almost said. An elegy for losses too minor to name but too real to forget.

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Cartography of a Nervous System

A body map poem charting anxiety — here is where the fear lives, here is where it branched. A lyric cartography of the nervous system under pressure.

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The Dream Where My Teeth Are Correct

A lyric poem on anxiety and dreams — for once nothing falls out, for once everything stays. A meditation on keeping what the anxious mind expects to lose.

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Instructions for the Uninhabited Body

A lyric poem on dissociation and the body — step one: remember you are wearing it. Instructions for returning to a self that kept moving without you.

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