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Questions explained agreeable preferred strangers too him her son. Set put shyness offices his females him distant.
Questions explained agreeable preferred strangers too him her son. Set put shyness offices his females him distant.
I’m sorry, I’m broken.That’s the disclaimer I carrylike a fragile-stickered box,shipped express through years of fire. I walk in with cracks showing,the kind you try to hide with duct tapeand a joke timed...
So I’m getting my face cut open— and somehow that’s the good news.* They’re gonna take a sawto this skull I’ve been living in,sand down the man that never fit,and build something closerto the mirror...
M is for Mommy. M is for Mean. M is for the monster who told me I'm obscene.
She says,“Kneel.”And I do.Not because I must,but because I’ve been waitingfor someone who knows how to ask for melike this.Her voice is the low hum of stormclouds.The warning.The permission.She doesn’t touch me yet.She...
They want Pride to be pretty. Pastel. Palatable. Profitable. They want our rainbows to end firmly in the black. They want our glitter to forget it came from ash.
CLUTCH (dry, deep, like he’s narrating a sad Eastern European indie film about loyalty and cheese): I am Clutch. Warrior. Philosopher. Good boy. Back legs? Retired. Not gone—just on break. I slide...
I thought I found my sisternot by blood,but by bond—one of those once-in-a-lifetimeride-or-die“if the world burns, we’ll roast marshmallows together”kind of friendships. She said she loved me.Said I was family.Said she saw me,like really saw me,in...
I’ve always been the new kidin a school that never lets out.Thirty years late to the lunchroomstill clutching a tray of awkward silenceand a carton of “please like me.” I sit alone,not because...
for the girl who swore she’d never cry, and now cries like it’s a second job.for the girl who wanted to disappear, but keeps leaving claw marks on the exit. There are nights...
Just someone who writes poems and stories, trying to make sense of things one word at a time.
Questions explained agreeable preferred strangers too him her son. Set put shyness offices his females him distant.
Just someone who writes poems and stories, trying to make sense of things one word at a time.
