Dishonesty is always drawn
helplessly to the truth
There used to be a dial tone
while you considered
You had to punch in numbers.
Now you say his name,
and the flood starts.
God, I'm sorry...
God, I'm lost...
God, I'm broken...
God, I’m falling down the stairs again...
It was never what you meant to say, never
what he wanted to hear, but the truth
Jamie Haddox has been studying the art of writing for over half her life. She received an Associates Degree in Creative Writing in 2012, and received a BA in Creative Writing in 2014. Her poems have appeared in Pretty Owl Poetry, Golden Walkman, and Haute Dish.
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