Akello

tired

isn’t it crazy that words are your best therapy but sometimes you feel too deeply to even lay on the couch they’ve set up for you like, you can’t find them to describe how tired tiredness feels and how weary you are of hope hope is a taxing, terrible thing because by virtue of its […]

supplication

I kiss a prayer onto your shoulder, leading a doxology down your neck for forgiveness and priestly pardons, past sins since forgotten blessings where vein meets sinew thanksgiving where lips skip over spine.

motherhood

motherhood must make you the most religious person in the room – constantly. find your powerful deity of choice with any luck, the most powerful – it’s a gamble with those guys – and rail at them begging them ‘not mine. don’t take mine.’ Constantly.

If you stand us side by side I have more scars You have more lies. They’re both dark splotches running through our cores Whatever is like love is a synonym for war.

nope, my nails aren’t done

I’m not the girl who’ll get a manicure every week. Or month. That goes for my hair too. It’ll be free like my thighs on a sunny sunny day next to my friend’s pool, talking about pubic hair and thick tan masking tape (which I assume is what waxing feels like?) I don’t really do […]

Akello

I don’t know how to love

I don’t know how to love a little. What is this not giving all of myself? What is this lack of complete, bittersweet immersion – this absence of a smothered love, this freedom you speak of that love gives? I don’t understand. For me to choose love is to choose it all, and always – […]

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