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first kiss
it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natur
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Little Dog, Remember Me
when I was in fifth grade,
my dog died.
we had her before I was born.
we cremated her.
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Why doesn’t it matter anymore?
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Please, send me a message
Being American isn’t taking down your pride flags and cowering as far as you can from the ballot box when there’s no hope anymore
And yet here we are
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Why?
Why can’t I simply be me? A person of color, a queer youth, a writer? No one appreciates these things anymore. Now to try isn’t enough. That’s the saddest part. What shall I do when being trans and nonbinary isn’t allowed anymore?
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Loves
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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to the boy at the lockers, one above and to the right, not meant as an apology
I was in love with him once. I think.
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second snow
I am chanting verse 9 of my first aliyah,
a bowl of blackberries and apple cinnamon Cheerios beside me,
fingers twirling the spoon, when -
out the window, there is snow.
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the world may revolve around us tonight
the dark seems to wrap us in a silky soft embrace,
your arms warm around me,
around me in a way I can't believe.
I'm no longer focused on film that's playing,
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FIRST SNOW
ugh it's raining again,
i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window
onto an already gray & gloomy world.
rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all
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11/7/25
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.