Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
They told me grief comes in waves. I expected an ebb and flow, not placid waters interrupted by a tsunami. Every once in a while, I forget about the losses. I forget that I’m no longer pregnant, or that I can’t call my parents’ landline to speak with my dad. Read more
They say destruction is a form of creation and God knows we’ve had enough devastation to last us three or four lifetimes— so we spin, moving faster and faster not just to forget about the despair but maybe also to see if we build up enough velocity, will something stick Read more
My hand aches forging a kinship with my heart and my head, side effects of sleepless nights and too many poems. My words render no verdict, reduced to scrawled symbols inadequate of expressing the affliction of my affection for you. The rhetoric betrays me— fractured, a breakdown. So I crumble Read more
The floorboards creak as you shift your thin frame closer to mine. They groan like the ghosts of our past, the persistent and unwritten tension between us. They speak of the unspoken desire, suddenly rekindled by our proximity. The ghosts sigh as your breath brushes my neck, a welcome rush Read more
Just be glad you can get pregnant, they say. Just be glad it happened early before you got too attached. Just be glad your body took care of it and you didn’t need a D&C. Just be glad you don’t live in a state that would treat you as a Read more
I don’t tell my story for you. A myth of struggle, the absolute vulnerability that comes with cracking myself wide open, a specimen placed under a microscope, suddenly splayed out for everyone’s opinions. I never asked for your judgment, nor did I ask for your pity. Does it make you Read more
The 8-week appointment couldn’t be scheduled at eight weeks because of Thanksgiving. Instead, I was asked to come in the following week, a few days shy of my 35th birthday. I remembered a friend going to the doctor for a pregnancy confirmation a few months earlier and asked her how Read more
