I cannot/destroy myself/unconditionally
“There’s plenty we’ve missed because the world began to end,” I say. “Why this?” She purses her lips and and…
A love that turns to raisins in the sun A spring cleaning story: a soft broom against my ribcage
For no lack of romance do I seek this out. This white cotton bed-room of a flight-jacket wearing dandy.
When I was a child, my favorite nursery rhyme involved a cat sneaking into someone’s house to kidnap girls.
Being a feminist shouldn’t contradict a romantic life, and we shouldn’t have to trade our beliefs for one.