“There is something worth gritting your teeth or going meditation dead for”

“She didn’t say another word until we were both done and zipped back up”

“Female bodies are constantly criticized, critiqued, and commented on.”

“I take a picture of it. I delete it. I un-delete it.”

“We would have to build new pantheons, new meanings.”

““I’ve cut
another country out of my map, the ocean
gallops in””

“The water’s warm and so is the wind, my skin breathing you in.”

“here we were standing outside a church on a Tuesday morning looking for help.”

“your arms and legs stretched in four directions”

“remember wrapping my arms around his back, squeezing”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, for shooting me 44 times”

#InHonor is a call to consciousness, a contribution to the #BlackLivesMatter movement.

“Hold hands [or not]. Smoke pot. Sleep. Turn down advances.”

“It’s the morning after Halloween. I’m still in my fox costume”

“I am allowing myself to be influenced by sexually charged queer spaces…”

“The nightingale sings and a boy
follows. Voice like fresh bread
rising.”

“I panicked on the fourth day when I realized…”

"young girls investigate the origins and manifestations of race and social taboo..."

“the opportunity to cement this long-standing but impersonal connection”

“stars drag their fingertips through the flesh of my body”