Siberia

Leaping through the breaking waves. Jumping on your back. Wrapping your arms around me in the water. Laughing face to face. Holding your square palms. Knowing others thought we were together. Wishing that we were as I linger on the lasting impressions those memories have made in my mind and my body. Riding bikes along

Tell her

Will you tell her that I sobbed? That the tears that came wouldn’t, couldn’t stop? Will you tell her how my cheeks both sagged and creaked, Yet smiled and gleamed, from painful and grateful aspects of my reality? 9 April 2023

My name is Leah and I deserve a goddamn superheroine

There’s a scene in Love, Simon where two characters are standing in a diner booth, at night, interrupted by running lines for their school play because one is urging the other to declare confidently, “I am Abby Suso and I deserve a goddamn superhero.” Me too, Abby, me too. I deserved a dad who didn’t

Sucker

I’m a sucker for brown hair & blue eyes yet the one I eyed made a sucker of me, even if it not menacingly. I wish he’d known what he still doesn’t know now when we’d started. 9/11/22

Love or attachment?

Do I love too quickly? Latch onto attraction & hope, desire for security& label it “love” because love is supposed to be enough, to be the bond that gets through the grit? I don’t know. Can it be both? 7/11/22

Again

It’s hard to wait, again, when you thought you had All you ever wanted, that the search was over. 6/30/22