A poem on self-harm (trigger warning: suicidal thoughts/self-harm/mental illness)
A poem about the diagnosis that changed everything.
Another poem about that one word.
A poem about the relentless pursuit of my Love through all my darkness and storms.
Strands of keratin. They slide between my fingers and I think-- Where were we, Love, when this small space at the end of the lengths were new, emerging like buds of Spring from scalp and skin?