A Self-Care Bath In Quarantine

A poem about taking care of myself in quarantine πŸ›

A White Girl in a Pretty Dress Smiles at Me

‘She stares back at me, and I don’t know what to tell her’

Contortionist

I’ve often found myself contorting,squeezing into other peoples’ boxes.Maybe it’s because I’m small.I can fit into places easily. But my stomach hangs over my legs,petruding over the line. Stuffing never helps. Hiding can often reveal more than what was hidden. So I stopped contorting.