When I tell you how much I was underpaid, and how long I was underpaid, I’m sure many of you would think “It’s a no-brainer you quit.” But, the story is much more complex than that. It’s a story of…
I thought I might have grown out of poetry
the way I’ve spilled out of jeans,
leaving indentations on my waist.
The red marks stain white on blank page-
can’t quite see em.
But no matter the words,
I squeeze them from my pen
until I ask questions in the mirror.
“You are a fake poet-”
My eyes stare back at mine
and I feel desperation in their circles.
I want to find a poem in my gut
the way I want to find skinny;
the way i want to find fit;
the way I want to find “you’re beautiful,”
and eyes glued and fingertips and good lighting and likes and follows and heart eye emojis and water drop emojis and safety and desire and finished products and 50 dollar leggings and pumping heart rates and snatched waist and ass ass ass ass ass and promo codes and amazon shipments and if only I could look like this then I can love myself like this-
I want to find love in poetry.
I want to settle into
line breaks
and metaphors that warm my skin,
the way the sun kisses my curves
that rock like ocean.
I was convinced I’ve grown out of poetry
and now I just want poems
to grow out of me.
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