Disorders & Dating Apps

In this debut collection exploring love in the time of Tinder, Hart examines the maze of dating, identity, and self discovery.

You dock yourself to me while you drift in the waters of sleep send ripples against me with each inhale and exhale I don’t recoil at your hand resting gently on my belly letting you feel the fullness of the space I occupy Accustomed to being too much I used to breathe shallow breaths pull my stomach to my spine shrink myself any way I could I used to mind my angles perception is everything I would never lay comfortably on my side because my belly would spill over Laying on my back was much more flattering But I found comfort in you this safe harbor we’ve created and the way your hand rests gently on my belly.

L. Hart wrote her first story at six years old using her aunt’s electric typewriter. Summoning the words to the page felt like magic, and she’s been making magic since. Writing has been a constant in her life for nearly three decades. She writes for her younger self, the self that lived each painful and joyous page. L. believes in the sharing of stories, the ugly and the beautiful, and the power of vulnerability.