Full Moon Magic (Heartbreak Ritual), 2020
Roses are red
and red is for whores and communists.
Red, like the blood stains I left on your sheets.
Red, for love, heartache and
the pain I feel in my heart as I think of you now.
Red is for the fury and rage that sparks riots and revolutions.
Red is for Oregon's skies filled with fire and smoke.
My grandmother wore a red wedding dress
because she was not a virgin, but an unabashed feminist.
And as her descendent, I promise to let go of my fears of "ending up alone".
I promise to resist relying on one person for my happiness
and to give my all to community.
to revolve my life around vulnerability, intimacy, and friendship.
I promise to always keep creating.
And as long as I have the sea to embrace and hold me, I no longer need you to.