It is in my nature to want things I cannot have, to have things I do not want.
Who were you before you were memories steeping in cortical networks begging not to be fed?
In this poem,
my body is not an apology.
In this poem,
I’m my saving grace.
In this poem,
I am done pouring myself out,
by which I mean:
I am pouring myself in.
Frances Ann is a 21-year-old poet who can be found @flils on Instagram.