Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

While in the shower, you break down.While you wash your body you realize it is not your body.And at the same time, it is the only body you have.

painfully beautiful poetry collection that genuinely left me breathless multiple times. tender and striking and raw. i don't know if i ever want to read this again and i mean that in the most positive way possible

I point to my body and say Oh, this old thing?No, I just slipped it on.