poem – Rejoicing in Truth

In Church

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Abuse I saw a guitar and thought of you. When you used to play your guitar the tension in my body lessened. Either because you made beautiful music or because it meant your hands were occupied. Better to caress the strings of a guitar than the skin of your daughter. Better toContinue reading “In Church“

Loss

The empty leather recliner or the head of the kitchen table—another empty chair. Mom makes food, but we have extras. When together my family asks, “is this everyone?” On graduation day, I get a look of pride from my mom, but it feels strange that you can’t even celebrate this with me. When I getContinue reading “Loss“