The tender unraveling of connection—divorce, boundaries, and memory.
Love Unwoven
at 11:31 pm she sends an old photo I'm smiling with tension folded arms reserved eyes “I was going through photos and came upon this photo. I thought you might like having it.” she sent the original uncropped version eighteen months ago the day after I came
Love Unwoven
while dropping off our son to the person in between she spoke the sweet texture of her voice fingers placed softly against the wall wondering down the hall her voice fingers press against my lips they strum at my heart a color not felt in years first tasted at 16
Love Unwoven
lately our son wishes time would never stop blocking the door out holding onto my leg telling me no I desire these transitions be happy times too an hour before she will come I start prepping him would you like to make a craft for your older brothers? no! we
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
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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
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the summer storms fall on me brighter now that I am walking as myself— a woman when I separated from my wife we agreed to share equal time with our two-year-old son my son and I love the farm days the patient chickens the hungry ducks the bouncing tractor the
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
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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 hers 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