Empty Nest

My first home was built with brick and mortar and bones and flesh When I first walked to her I knew she was the one   I envisioned where I'd put the couch where my head would fit in her arms   I could picture how the dark wood floors would support my feet How…

Birth

It's funny, no one remembers what it was like to be separated, your bloodline cut with sharp blades, making you breathe on your own. A body now becomes two, the home you once knew is now outside of you. It's funny cause, if we remembered, maybe loss wouldn't hurt so bad. Maybe the familiarity of…