Storm

I am strong, but I am tired It’s not a matter of gratitude I have enough Wanting only distractibility Lucky are the disengaged The buyers, the consumers, the healthy The weightless Shopping for the best deal Tragedy came and stole my party Starving myself to shed the weight Living proof Bones are tenacious You are … Continue reading Storm

I’m a loser, baby.

I have no idea how I am still standing. How is it even possible to keep going when I am carrying so much? I beg my husband to tell me the truth. There has to be something more wrong with me, something I just can't see. I mean, besides what is obvious to me. I … Continue reading I’m a loser, baby.