Poetry

Poem: Erased

Erased Sitting in your favorite seat next to the window at my favorite coffee shop, looking out at the strangers passing by in the blistering August heat, I realize that I no longer remember the exact color of your eyes or what your voice sounded like.   I realize that this does not upset me,… Continue reading Poem: Erased

Poetry

Poem: Control Freak

Control Freak You knew I used to dance with anorexia and that, sometimes, it still gripped my flesh and whispered in my ear yet you still tried to tell me what to eat.   I am lucky that I’m stronger now and that your words mean nothing to me.