I Want To Collapse. I Want To

Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize Blood? Anger? Lust? Or Is The Wheelbarrow Simply Red Because Red Sounded Better Than Black?

I Wanted To Tell You Everything. And That Hurt Because Some Things Were Too Scary. Some Things Even I Didn’t Understand. How Could I Tell Someone—someone I Was Really Talking To For The First Time—everything I Was Thinking? I Couldn’t. It Was Too Soon.

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

One Little Ripple Started Today Could Create A Typhoon Fifteen Years From Now.