Am I allowed to miss someone I’ve never met
To Asli, “feminism is realizing that you don’t have to act the way society wants you to act.”
Summer naps are when you can rest in the earth’s womb
Scattered clothes fly back onto two separate humans.
The spring is just a little less green, a little less bright, a little less colorful than all the other…
“Guayaba, not gwa-vah,” she reminds me. I let this word melt onto my tongue It feels as dense as caramel,…
How many times are we Goin’ to the chapel in the churchyard Mr. Kierkegaard?
I’m entranced by these women successively rising from the molten earth, like a ghostly dance, ripening into the cracked chestnut…
A word that brings comfort, an overwhelming sense of home.
How much bleach do you think we need to scrub the sky?