a poem is a kind of conspiracy

you can spend your whole life trying to solve a math problem that isn't actually a math problem 2025 was maybe one of the hardest years of my life. 2025 was

how the familiar becomes unknown to us

"in or out, but shut the door" the means by which you become a stranger The holidays are always a rough time for me. This year is... a lot. I'

in the morning / we are forgiven

or: pointing to where softness should go nostalgia for a future that never happened I've been pretty frustrated and burnt out at my day job, for reasons I won't

breathe me in / for good luck

In which Bridget turns into a Summer Girlie For a lot of my adult life I hated summer. Hated. Haaaaaated. I don't do well with heat, even now; it was a