"even mothers cut cords to keep us from killing them and save us from death"
As I think about the act of trimming excesses and formulating aesthetic definitions, I wonder how all of those haircuts and all of those men have "shaped" me. What did they cut off beyond my hair?
I. In July sun and burgundy car, I breathe 1985 in 11 year lungs, riding in silence. In our grief we bump against each other. This is kindling. This is dry wood. There is fire to burn. She has misplaced a son she never knew. And despite having his location, can never seem to find … Continue reading (Re)Consideration
tell yourself the man who eyed your thighs in short shorts shouting FAG! from caprice window wanted nothing more than to touch you or be touched but long ago lost freedom of language: gift of mothertongues made serpents by men split down the middle by he who fears the power of her … Continue reading (In)Difference