Split Lips and learning to love all wrong

November offerings, a new poem, a prompt

Hey darlings, today’s post is a new poem and Zoom links for the monthly roundtable workshop and a beginner-friendly craft workshop. Please consider becoming a paid subscriber to read and join the workshops.

• November 23rd, 2 p.m. EST — Craft Poetry Workshop
  A generative session designed for writers of all levels.

• November 30th, 2 p.m. EST — Monthly Roundtable Workshop
  Our regular end-of-month gathering where we read and discuss four poems submitted by four paid subscribers. A space for thoughtful feedback and creative exchange.

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I broke up with my boyfriend of three years in September. I adored him, so this sudden desire—to leave, to have a room of my own, to have my independence—confused me, even as I went through with it. At first, I reasoned that I no longer wanted to have children. But as we untangled our lives, I realized it was more than that. It was a crack in our foundation that had been there since the start.

I’d even written an essay about it a year ago. I knew. I just didn’t want to know.