Over the years, I've written some poems. I have resisted the urge to add context, or qualify older poems. I change, and I do not promise these are good, or that I still feel the way they say I do, but I meant them all when I wrote them. They are listed in reverse chronological order.
- about forgetting ideas
- I feel so loved when it rains
- Exhausted, you wake (content warnings: poor mental health, distress)
- I present: my presentation
- Gender-squiggly full-bodied pumpkin