Addictions

My mother catches Me hemming the insides of my womb With a fine toothed comb. Yesterday a man tried to bury A generation of children in me With a hand grenade.   She asks me if i’ve eaten, And proceeds to hand me our neighbours gossip Like a bowl of cooling soup. I am forced…

I Forgive You

I forgive you for the silence you become in the face of awkwardness, anger and emotions. I forgive you for sometimes abandoning me when I need you the most. I forgive you for that time when I was seven years old when you disappeared. I forgive you for not remembering the things you need to…

The Journey of Bodies

Dear Feet, When they call you proud for drawing galaxies on your toes, tell them that there are no constellations that made a home in the skies without first traversing the universe. Dear Hands, When the boy with the gap tooth tells you how lovely your fingers are and how he cannot wait to feel…

Love letters

1. My mother always wore her fears on her sleeves. Or mine. Depending on what she’d had for dinner the previous night. 2. I once had fish bones for fingers, A hook line for a tongue And gills for feet. And you say your life was a mess. 3. I have known no better truth,…

Letter 7

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
L, The train on this line is always packed in the mornings. Sardines have it better in their little tin boxes really. Between one pair of stations this blonde girl forced her way into the carriage and was pressed so tightly against me I suddenly realised that this was the closest…

Letter 5

Originally posted on letterstorussia:
L, I’ve grown accustomed to eating out alone. To me, walking into a restaurant or cafe and placing an order and eating my meal alone is not all that weird. I do a lot of things alone. For instance, I go bowling alone. You would be surprised how many games you…