Read a poem from my forthcoming collection published in the September issue of Ghost City Review here!


my trauma is
a day dream / fever screams
sugar cube house / crumbling
thought up / in catatonia
my trauma is this body
an antipodal pilgrimage / scrambled
egg sealed back / in its shell
never still
enough to grasp
my trauma is burning
my bones / despite
the ash / a reverie
of dust / not enough
landmarks for a map
my trauma is a forgiveless
child / bits of myself always
becoming / foreign currency
exchanged for grief / demanding
I give it a name
my trauma is trying
to remember / how fast
we moved / how dark
it went

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