Will Your Words To Fail

I have squandered so much in my life. The buoyancy of my breasts,  money I have made, several thousand kisses. I have gifted nearly all of my good feelings and starved my own self of good things in the process. Lately I feel radical in the affection I feel for myself, completely wild in my confidence that I am worth something, that I am doing a good goddamn job.

I have learned what love is, and what it cannot be. 

Mistook

This morning something swept through me and I was very briefly very certain that you were thinking of me, and I could feel it.

Then I realized it was just my uterus contracting around the piece of copper I had shoved in there so you wouldn’t get me pregnant.

Sunrise, sunset.