The poem of the week is: What Am I Avoiding?
I’m avoiding a dull ache a sharp internal reprimand the right side of my brain and all of my emails. I’m avoiding textures of feelings: I will see them and discuss them but I’ll be goddamned if you make me hold them. I’m avoiding remembering everything that brought me here to right now, because everything feels like a mistake.
Ooof 💔❤️ thank you for naming this.
I'm obsessed with the art that is paired with this. It feels like it touches a little bit of my soul 🫶🏻🔥.
And as per usual. This poem is sooo good. "And all of my emails" fuuckkk. Yes.