Writing

As a woman you’ll learn fast

You’ll learn that no amount of crying will work

No amount of visits will convince them 

I can't describe this feeling 

It's one I've never known

But I know that it feels bad

And I can feel it in my bones

It's a distinct emptiness 

But not a hole or void

Vermont might be small

Vermont is nothing like all the other places in the world

It's nothing like the big cities, there are less people, less buildings, less tourist...

I stare up,

Up at the sky,

At the vast open blue,

The only limit

My perspective,

With lenses ready

To sail me into the dark,

Bright spots:

The kid who gave me twizzlers

an hour after we really met

just because I'm a sorta-friend of a sorta-friend.

The video on my phone

you don't know I took

You stumbled into my life like fall,
the way the air sharpens,
the first breath caught in my lungs,
catching me off guard,
an ache I didn’t know I missed.