Strawberries and Cigarettes
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Mar 12
The air is sugared and burning. Strawberries and cigarettes— one for hunger, one […]
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Evening, unapologetic
Sanaa -
Feb 26
Inside the room is not holy. It is lived in. The light is […]
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The rhythm of his name
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Feb 17
I write him in slow ink, as if language itself could undress the […]
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An intimacy with the unsaid
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Jan 27
I wake with the taste of symbols on my tongue. Salt. Smoke. Your […]
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The weight of falling snow
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Jan 20
Oh, quiet herald of upper air, you fall like a thought the earth’s […]
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His Scent
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Jan 15
It stays after he leaves, not like a memory– more like weather. A […]
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