Tasha Bovain
@tashabovain.bsky.social
I write to uncover the lies of womanhood.
Poems & essays on relationships, body love & becoming.
Bird lover. Reformed New Yorker in Charlotte.
Subscribe & let’s burn expectations together: https://womanhoodisalie.substack.com
Poems & essays on relationships, body love & becoming.
Bird lover. Reformed New Yorker in Charlotte.
Subscribe & let’s burn expectations together: https://womanhoodisalie.substack.com
She’s single at the bar,
searching for hope
in a shot of tequila.
It soothes her rage,
peels back disappointment.
A man at the bar invites her
to his place.
She takes another sip,
presses the burn against her lips,
body trembling,
and returns home alone to write.
Faith sharp in her hands.
#poetry
searching for hope
in a shot of tequila.
It soothes her rage,
peels back disappointment.
A man at the bar invites her
to his place.
She takes another sip,
presses the burn against her lips,
body trembling,
and returns home alone to write.
Faith sharp in her hands.
#poetry
November 5, 2025 at 6:32 PM
She’s single at the bar,
searching for hope
in a shot of tequila.
It soothes her rage,
peels back disappointment.
A man at the bar invites her
to his place.
She takes another sip,
presses the burn against her lips,
body trembling,
and returns home alone to write.
Faith sharp in her hands.
#poetry
searching for hope
in a shot of tequila.
It soothes her rage,
peels back disappointment.
A man at the bar invites her
to his place.
She takes another sip,
presses the burn against her lips,
body trembling,
and returns home alone to write.
Faith sharp in her hands.
#poetry