count my ribs

I once dated a med student,
And I’d ask him to count my ribs,
And whisper every bone name,
As he kissed down my spine.

I once dated a med student,
And I’d ask him,
“Where should I stab you, if I wanted to kill you?”
And he said,
“Right here,” as he drew scarlet lines,
Across my wrists, along my jugular.
“Not the heart?” I queried, goosebumps on my skin,
He smiled, and then he said,
“Stabbing not needed, heartbreak is enough.”

I once dated a med student,
And I asked him,
“Where is your heart?”
And he took my hands in his,
And placed it over his chest.
I didn’t tell him this,
But all that did,
Was make mine beat faster.

I once dated a med student,
And I asked him,
“Will you save my life?”
And he said,
“Doctors aren’t miracle workers.”

I once dated a med student,
And he scraped me hollow,
Saw into the depths of my body,
But he couldn’t stay.
Didn’t want to stay.
He forgot the stitches.
Left gaping wounds.

He’s right, you know.
Doctors aren’t miracle workers.
Because all the healing I’ve been doing,
Is entirely on my own.



This is (not) love.

I do (not) want to grow old with you.

I do (not) pendulum between despair and exhilaration when I hear from you.

I do (not) want to be with you, in any way, shape, or form.

I do (not) think of you, first thing in the morning.

I do (not) want to talk to you about everything and nothing.

I do (not) want to take care of you.

I do (not) think you’re cute.

I do (not) want to be yours.

It’s (not) like I’m in love.

Irrational Fear of The Unknown Estimate of Distance


Some of my irrational fears include—

what if I took a bus ride too soon,or cancelled out on a gathering, or decided on a different career path, or shopped one aisle too far away, or dropped something and looked down…

and in that fragment of a second, I’ve missed the love of my life, passing by; and completely changed the course of my fate.

What is the distance (time and space), that separates me from you?

Found Poetry 02

lie here with me
Took this photo for an assignment. I recall wanting to capture a specific feeling of peace- which would often be evoked when I think about light, and laundry lines, and rumpled bedsheets, and oceans. I guess this is all of them in one.

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

credit: Abigail Paige

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