Whereafter
I gave her my ashes in a pendant. Not seen it round her neck...
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I’m Still Waiting For You Every Night With Ticker Tape
you, glowing under the belly of golden hour inyour hillside dorm room, holding beloved...
Expiration & didactic of home
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Istiklal Street
Remember the alley.You are steps beyond me.The outline of your back,frayed shirt.To be able...
A Small Caravan
I grow fond of the silhouetteof the man in the green Broncooutlined against yellow...
Surrender
When the soil is November hard, nowarmer than March – darker than days donesearch...
litany of open throats
we harvest blackened walnut husks for ink, hands stained, and i am blackcap-taken, wing-stolen,...
Askew Road, London
Heat. Around the fruit bowl like flies,dripping from the fridge handle,the upturned door numbersdropping...
The Swagger, Hola, & Dominican Robin
The Swagger In high school,I used to study the older girls,those shameless lessonsin how...
boys don’t cry (but they can survive)
Grix (they/them) is a chronically ill and disabled nonbinary trans femme who writes and...