Gina Clingan

I’m trying.

I Pray For The Pretty Girls

Blame genetics. Blame evolution. Blame her parents. Blame the planets for the way that they aligned in the sky that night.

This Is When I Think Of You

I think of you
at 2 a.m.
dancing around my bedroom by myself,
surprised by how much I can move
in the space
you no longer occupy.

When I Look At You, I’m Home

Call me crazy, but I swear, I can’t help but see the entirety of my childhood reflected in your face. When I look at you, I can’t help but feel a little homesick.

My Ability To Reproduce Does Not Define Me

We live in a society that, as it has been made even more evident across the United States this week, desperately clings to this ideology that a woman’s primary purpose is to be a mother.

I Wish Heaven Had A Proper Address

If it did, I would write you and tell you about all of the miracles that found a way to light up the darkness that came with your absence.

On Leaving You Behind

Time continues to pass, and the seasons continue to fade. I guess I just never thought our friendship would.