the face of a man beside her bed.
ill in the room.
only half awake,
so she followed him down
through the drowsy
edge of pain
it finally dawned on her that the man
was not her
a large black spider on her pillow.
around the house.
The Dr. may even be responsible
My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.
No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.
i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,
it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air