This poem is not a personal poem

This poem is not a personal poem. This poem doesn’t care. This poem says “fuck it”. This poem is trying to adopt a “fuck it” attitude towards anything out of her control. Or anything within her control that is not about putting food on...

everything is going to be okay.

I woke up this morning for the first time feeling like everything is going to be okay. It’s been 2 months since my husband moved out. I’ve been waking up every morning with amnesia and have had to remind myself of my new life. This morning I awoke in my...