We are us, arms and legs emptying a car, elongated tent poles and a thin cord stuck into car lighter, air to fill our beds.
At first your screen name makes me sad.
I thought about the straight, flat timeline of my life.
It was a perfect ending./To die for nothing.
I didn’t know that he was white and I didn’t know that I was brown then.
He is dirty, germs on his hands, in the gaps of his nails, something invisible and harmful. Something that harms her.
As I was writing, I just kept thinking that we need to break and remake the whole way all this stuff works.
a chimpanzee fishes termites with a stick/ but lacks the imagination to whip its young.
The only thing they agreed on was that they couldn’t protect us.
I grew in oversized male T-shirts, wearing them as nightdresses, grew out of them, then in fake Nike hoodies, Levi’s sweaters, Tommy Hilfiger dresses.