âNow I have to remember you for longer than I knew youâ
âhow do you process grief?â âby running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day.â
two headed calf poem
âi was a child my spine wasnât developed enough to be your pillarâ
âAs a woman I have so much empathy for my mother, but as a daughter, I have so much anger..â