The first poem of many. These are memories that I recount ever so often. TW!
Little Poems about My Life Around 2021, you called me on face time. Twice. I didn’t respond. My lack of patience and willpower was the reason for my avoidance. It’s much easier to ignore the past with an eye roll, then welcome it back in with a fake smile. Around 2020, I moved to Tel Aviv. I didn’t speak a word of Hebrew. I found myself leaving behind my signature gold hoops for pearl earrings. I can’t for the life of me find those hoops. Around 2017, my grandma died. Mom says it was cancer, my aunt says it was stress. I say it was a tragedy. She died without having had a bat mitzvah, so I started an organization in her honor. The organization lasted 6 months. Around 2019, I started to eat again. This time it would stick although sometimes I wish it didn’t. I miss the pain it caused me. My mom says she’d rather see me cry at 13 than at 18. Little did she know, I would be crying at 13 and 18. It seems time flies when you're having fun. Around 2022, I saw snow for the f...