BINDING

I could flatten my chest, bruise my already broken ribcage, to mimic a man. I could put on clothes that wear me, an XL t-shirt with a 2XL hoodie, for a chance of androgyny. I could pretend for the day,  people see me the way I see myself- undefinable.  Because I know they won’t look…

Dear Old Dad

I love my father- that is not secret information. We have been inseparable since the moment he held me in his arms for the first time. Sure, there are many significant things that he has done for me and sacrificed for me but nothing compared to his mere presence. One time stands above the rest….