Poems from klunardi
I grew up hating the word vagina.
The idea of menstruation was repulsive
And I was taught to keep my legs shut
Because my clit was...
I believe in people.
I believe in the shuffle of feet
To accomodate peers on the bus.
I believe in the baristas
Who leave art in their...
I knew loss the day I was born
The safety of my first home was suddenly gone
And the world began its treacherous dance around me
And I knew...
And if you should happen to touch me where my soul can feel it
Don't you dare let go.
I used to think that falling in love
Meant whirwinds
And fireworks
And the occasional hiccup that was quickly followed
By the most...