Spring, Summer, Your Hand In Mine
22/5/17 When the day forces us to part, you to your work, I to mine, I feel the tug of withdrawal symptoms from your second-hand smoke; tingling on my lips, static into the shape of letters of words not to […]
Fenix
It’s 1960. My grandma arrives in Brazil. She doesn’t speak the language, she doesn’t know anybody. She feels lost and confused. She misses Spain and her family but she’s determined to make a new life out of these ashes. She […]
Mixed Identity
You’re four years old. It’s your first day of a new school and everyone is excited to meet you, or rather, touch you. They circle you, hands grabbing your hair. “It’s so bouncy! Fluffy! Messy! Do you wash it? Do […]
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Thong
Today I wear black lace, tracing the curvature that I thought looked like two perfect crescent moons in the bathroom mirror this morning, exposed to the early warmth of July. I wear the somewhat explicitly sexy matching set of a […]
My Cage
we were never solidly joined though you spent two years offering chains I thought it was because I didn’t want to be jailed caged as you fed me flowers and knives a label wouldn’t change what we felt and it […]
These Thoughts Are Mine
We think about human supremacyall the time. It’s nice to think about humans serving the universe rather than the universe serving us. These eyes are mine. These thoughts are mine. By Elizabeth Evans
A Speck On My Conscience
The first drops of sunlight sit still atop your forehead; your skin’s milk fusing with the white underneath. Every atom of your being rises slowly as you breathe as if composed of fragments laid out where you’re spread. Leave a […]
I’m Just Tough Next To You
14/2/2036 David, When he looks at me, he sees mountains and burial mounds. I opened a door last week and saw a woman screaming down at me. She towered in the distance. My eyes swam in waves as I tried […]