The tender unraveling of connection—divorce, boundaries, and memory.
Love Unwoven
she planted weeds in my mind and now waters them when we exchange I can't just walk away we co-parent a three-year-old she waters with silence she waters with looks she waters with contempt after fresh water the roots worm down biting a painful path I'm
Love Unwoven
being transgender is emotional abuse I perpetrate onto my family they are grateful for the financial support other than that I abuse them shall I go in or out? if I go out they get a million-dollar payout the house the business the final word if I go in I
Love Unwoven
I crossed the marked date surgery was a success healing is progressing relieved to have the body part gone the relationship ending I love what is new but it doesn't feel mine in the way the old did I had a system to deal with the old a
Love Unwoven
as a trans woman I'm just days into walking as myself as a spouse I've recently separated from my wife I share equal time with our two-year-old son we love the farm days most the patient chickens the hungry ducks the bouncing tractor the strong excavator
Love Unwoven
eight minutes late “The car in front of me went really slow through that dirt area. We're almost there.” she deflects in a text while passing through a 200 ft construction zone we walk in the direction of her parked car at three car lengths away her arms
Love Unwoven
my mom was preeminently impregnated by the patriarchy Heavenly Father made you a boy—she says tears falling voice whimpering she would rather hold this image in her heart than her own daughter
Love Unwoven
I told my mom about my upcoming surgery vulvoplasty she was disappointed today she told me about her upcoming surgery pacemaker replacement both surgeries are reparative life giving so why does mine lead me to hell and her's to heaven?
Love Unwoven
my head at the chest of a woman every peaceful life experience emanating from her body a cherry tree in full blossom a mountain spring emerging from the cracked womb of a shaded rock snow descending at midnight in the yellow glow of main street she is darkly deep
Love Unwoven
upon my arrival our little boy said with joy you came back our time together is at the lawful minimum but love does not have fences so our time together is like a story book without an ending our destination today is the park but we will not make it
Love Unwoven
Mother's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit Father's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit what is it like for them for me to be living but dead?
Love Unwoven
give him a another chance the enabler said give me a second chance when I am dead
Being Her
for our contemporary dance performance I wore my white leopard tucked more convincingly taped more securely all us ladies danced with balloons music and costumes from UP the night ending gracefully while driving in street lights I did not notice something I had been living with it all my life