the body remembers.

I am having trouble interpreting my self in the mirror. 

What I’m trying to say is: I miss the taste of your sweat on my tongue

What I’m trying to say is: I’d rather let the folds in my lips deepen 

lest I forget the feeling of our faces making love.  

And what is love anyway? 

It is the dreams you murmur into my neck, a dizzying 

melody twisting into my hair, old standards’

Jazz notes playing from the tips of your fingers. It is me, 

settling deeper into my skin. 

It is your rough hands on my hips.

These hips that some days are wider than the afternoon. 

You used to whisper secrets across my broad belly. 

You used to drag your scent along my spine, heady and sweet. 

I am an ocean, my body would tell you, 

Be lost in me.

A wild-hearted California native and natural creative, Keshiia is a writer, a storyteller, and a connector of people. She began, atypically, collecting stories of human interaction, vulnerability, culture and empathy as a critical care and emergency room RN. Today, she is the COO of Bridget, an empowerment platform that provides confidence and communication coaching to teen girls in the LA area.

Keshiia is currently working on an anthology of stories and poetry based on her experiences working closely with people, as well as her experience growing up in a dynamic, mixed-race, first-generation, functionally dysfunctional family.

She seeks to create written pieces which emote the specificity and deep connection felt through shared traumas, big and small. She seeks to provide an honest window into her experience with humanity.