Last February

My clothes are second hand,
Even the brand new ones
Held a different person
Just a few months ago
But on the other hand
You’ve become just a stranger
And when I look in the mirror—
I see another looking back.

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Jesse Finch is a twenty one year old butch ammeture poet and writer from Alabama. When they aren’t writing little poems or working on editing google docs you can find them at their dayjob or with friends at the small Irish pub down the street. Jesse writes about their complicated relationship with sexuality and guilt, as well as working through their own mental health struggles. Sometimes pretentious, but always introspective, Jesse wants to share their story in small bite size pieces with those who may feel seen.