I talked to my mother a few weeks ago about all this guilt I have been having,
saying that I must have been a catholic in a past life with how hard I am on myself.
She laughed and said no, it wasn’t catholicism,
it’s just the Southern Baptist guilt that she passed down to me.
My family isn’t very religious–my dad believes in reincarnation but only a little, and my mother,
you guessed it,
grew up Southern Baptist.
(Before my grandmother passed away, she participated in both a Baptist and Methodist church in Tennessee, and would go on trips with either church depending on which had the better alcohol. Guess which one she went to more often?)
Tag: poem
Thoughts
My therapist asked me to describe my thoughts, and what they looked and felt like.
Here they are.
Buzz
A poem about all the thoughts running through my head.
Continue reading “Buzz”I Left a Message for my Grandmother
I left a message for my grandmother.
It rang three times, then a woman who wasn’t my grandmother spoke on the phone and told me that the person you are trying to reach was not available now, and at the tone to please record a message.
Legal Yellow Notepads
I’ve been spending more and more time writing on
LEGAL YELLOW NOTEPADS
Instead of my private journal lately
And I don’t know why.
Rent Free
Below is a poem of mine, originally published on my writing account @that.s_me_emily and then submitted to my university’s literary magazine, The Main Squeeze. You can read the poem here.
You live in my mind rent free
No, no, not quite
You have your own street, your own boulevard,
Full of shops and even a bookstore
That chronicles all our old memories
And what could have been.
E. A. Young Writes 