Heal, Boy.

For years, I’ve lived on a spectrum of harmony/disharmony with my body.

There've been great, big chunks of time where I avoided mirrors. I covered myself up.

I piled jokes on top of a problem I wanted to bury, because I couldn’t find a way to talk about it.

This poem is an excavation.

​“The Deeper Areas" is out now in the anthology issue of Snowflake Magazine.