Poetry

Stranger

When the edge of numbness wears off and there has been weeks or even years of healing, there is the awkward feeling of not belonging where grief first paralyzed you. And in this sense, I love the idea of being a stranger.

Stranger, Girl with Good Bones
Poem 5

Girl with Good Bones will be available at no cost to you in its entirety TOMORROW!šŸŒ–ā¤

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s