I took a literature by women class this past spring. We had a unit on ecofeminism, which I have a hard time with. I’m wary of things that say I have some innate quality which enables me to better relate to the earth, by virtue of being born in a body labeled “female.”

But I understand what it means to be ravished, and to have your existence allocated to someplace other than these spaces previously occupied by myself. And I don’t wish that on anyone, or anything. Does that make me an ecofeminist?

Love Letter.

I just wanted to write you a love letter.

I love you. You say you love me, but you keep disappearing. And I need stability.

Can we make this work?

What is “this” anyway?

Love,
Me

Is this anger? This mixture of betrayal and jealousy? I’m no expert…

I just, I don’t see how you don’t see how our new system is…well…awful.

I want you to want to spend hours with me, again. I’m not sure when that stopped happening.

I don’t trust or like your girlfriend. And, no. I don’t think she comes first when things are new.

And I don’t think it’s fair that you decide not to spend time with me so that you can spend twelve hours with your girlfriend. Again.

I miss my best friend. You get angry every time I say that.

I hate that we fight all the time. I’m just trying to convey that I’m really not in a good way and I don’t think being left alone for so long, so much, is safe.

Stay with me. Just a little longer.