- I write letters to my younger selves. I send them love and bit-sized confessions. Wishing they would know and understand, that I think of them sometimes.
I write testimonials to my younger selves. I offer them these poems to reclaim the love they did not receive. As a reminder that these once unwanted vessels were deserving of love; open enough for dwelling.
I write poems to my younger selves sometimes. I write to them in lyric and prose to say that I am home enough now. In verse and rhyme to say that I belong now. That this body grew into a home and they can dwell here.
I am home enough. - I write holding unto you.
To tell you how in leaving,
my world collapsed.
I write to you, to us,
about us.
I write holding unto your absence.
To make the silence tangible.
I have made your absence a home.
I write holding unto your silence and these
words remind me what was once my home.
These poems are how I assume you are calling
and these poems are how I come to you.
