“I feared the unfamiliar that winged within my own female form.”
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“I feared the unfamiliar that winged within my own female form.”
“When I open the door, I face the drooping sun. The light in my face is bright, not warm.”
“He jumps, flashing the phones a shaka sign as he soars.”
“…it seemed the farther they traveled from home, the closer they were to those stars.”
“I’d hear this man’s footsteps above me when in bed, trying to trap the sound of his feet with my eyes…”
“…my parents’ divorce agreement, a tarot deck, an armadillo that sang a funny song when you squeezed its belly…”
“I’ve seen too much writing lately that makes metaphors of hunger.”
“And all along, what happened to that thing we had originally wanted?”
“Words are like heartbeats: sooner or later, we will run out.”
“Normally to be standing wet and naked covered in someone’s shaved hair would be disgusting. And it was.”
“…your hunger became less interesting. Home had been there waiting, right inside of you.”
