Posted in Life, tagged Abortion on May 11, 2008 | No Comments »
… I’ve celebrated not being a mother every mother’s day.
Today, all I can think of are my empty arms. I want to hold you so desperately. Smell your hair and wrap my fingers in your soft curls. I want to wash the chalk from your face and eat your rejected star fruit. Last night I had the [...]
Posted in Postsecret, tagged Abortion, Postsecret on February 17, 2008 | No Comments »
I am not sure I got what I wanted…
not being a mother doesn’t quite seem like enough.
Posted in Life, tagged Abortion, Postsecret on February 9, 2008 | No Comments »
I see secrets like this and have to remember to breathe…
Posted in Life, tagged Abortion, Poetry on November 10, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I saw you today
blond curls bouncing as you played in the field
felt your weight displace in my arms
as I held you for the first time.
as I held you for the only time
Your eyes were his…
mirroring my reflection in them
I am so thankful
to have met you
my beautiful boy…
I would have dressed you in pastels all the [...]
Posted in Life, tagged Abortion, Carl, hurt, Jenn, Lists on November 7, 2007 | 1 Comment »
1) I hate myself because I won’t let myself hate him.
2) I don’t blame her; she is everything I could never be.
3) I gave back my ring even though I loved it so much.
4) I’m so afraid I’ll never get over this; I was so close before…
5) He said he would love me forever and [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Abortion, Poetry on October 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
spread eagle in stirrups
like the tramp they saw her as
sexuality draining–
sucked dry through vacuum tubes
expunging mistakes
and could have beens
wishing the gas filling her lungs
killed more than pain…
murder and suicide
will go hand in hand
checking in
at the gates of hell
Posted in Life, tagged Abortion, Carl, Jesse, Lists on October 4, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I hate that I don’t know what to say and I don’t know how to say it.
I hate that I am not over this and that I still think every day of you and him.
I hate that I stick out my stomach and gaze at the reflection in the mirror of the girl who knew [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Abortion, Carl, hurt, Poetry on September 12, 2007 | 1 Comment »
The waiting room was cold
though it was March
and the sun was brightly shining.
Decorated like a dental office–
mismatched neutral furniture
and expired parenting magazines
fill in empty spaces
between plastic shrubbery.
I caught the eyes of women around the room
as I waited for my number to be called
I judged them
saw them judging me–
though our reasons the same.
I had paid cash
hoping [...]
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