A Quiet Bloom at Dusk
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May 4
I keep a quiet bloom hidden beneath my ribs, where dusk hums like […]
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The anatomy of desire
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Apr 9
Desire does not arrive as fire— it comes quieter than that, a draft […]
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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
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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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