I was raised on little light

A letter from the place where the wild things are

A sonnet about the lucky charms we never found.

You’ve never even seen the real world.

What does it mean to be deadnamed?

Mostly? “Don’t.”

It’s more than just quarantine.

A family’s fatal flaw

It’s hard to hate your mom.

A case study of the narcissistic relationship grid, in poem form.