Poems from shel
I bubble from the ground like a river,
race down the mountains to your ocean
like a glacier in the spring.
You are quietly tumultuous,...
I’m not writing to you.
I’m not.
I’m just writing.
Working on being bad at lying
again.
Like I was with my parents
not with him,...
You believed in love at 16
you didn't learn it was a lie
not for five years
but you suspected it every day
every time you cried in the...
I think you must be some kind
of heaven-sent retribution
for all the hearts I broke remorselessly
but someone ought to tell the gods
I...
From class
or from work
or during a panic attack
or cross country travels,
or from the bedside of a dying father,
they all make time for...