






y'all
this is literally the best platform
I'm so happy I can share all these self portraits from years passed. All my muses pulling through me.
this is from the christmas holiday where my partner and I got stuck in the city shut down with snow. the sun was blasting and I had just visited the house where my father died and as I walked up the stairs memories past and future vibrated through my center.. I wrote a poem about it then:
Russian Dolls of my past selves follow behind me
holding onto a rope
to make sure we all stay together
while crossing the street
I can’t turn around to see them
but I know they’re there
I can feel them trip on each other’s heels
it’s kinetic and reverberates into the present
I’ve trained myself to forgive
I’m learning how to be annoyed
effectively
I can be angry
right
when I visit the house my dad died in
my train of ghosts merge and expand in me
like a slinky climbing down the stairs
the rhythm of push and pull
my ghosts, my past selves
i can’t turn around to see them
because they’re all right here, in my eyes
I wonder if that’s why I like taking my glasses off
blurring the vision I have
of what’s in front of me
sensing the feelings I’m carrying
the people I’ve been