kay's Letters
The beige and brown welcome sign outside of our front door is cute
And in vain
A dormant formality
If you can even call it that
A supposed homey touch to my parents’ quaint abode
And yet, outside of close family
No one may come in
This time it is because of size
A small apartment squishing in a family of four
And the belongings of t…read more
I am beautiful
So I don’t understand
I mean on most days, speaking candidly, I feel beautiful
My skin care routine is top-tier
And it took half a decade to get to this point
The point where I can be more relaxed in my routine and still feel at home in my own skin
Where my face and arms and the rest of me is so smooth
My Werther’s Ori…read more
Voting ends on June 23, 2025 11:59pm
Can I love the way that you linger on my tongue
Sweeter than any maple drizzle
More resonating than the most passionate kiss
But don’t tell, and don’t be mad
Passion is another feeling, yes, but I mention it as an act, a behavior
Not like you
In your own right, you are a “feeling” with a voice
And unique to any other feeling, you are log…read more
In your arms I find sanctuary
A linked security I can’t explain
like two unsure sloths burrowing for warmth
and bonding around a new haven
Falling into a closeness, a new rhythm of attachment
I welcome your warmth
The quiet it ensues from the raging thoughts it has silenced
The liquidation of my being against yours as I lean against y…read more
A chameleon takes many forms in this world
An entity, that is very personal to me, has that same property
The way it can morph into many unique facets is endless
This being enables me to take in the soft air that expands my lungs
The air that’s clean, all around me and allows me to see another day
Part of this creature has my face, is a bit o…read more