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Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me — so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins.


— Audre Lorde —



a lesson in sugarglass…

Here, I am the only kind of holy,
and there is no room
for nonbelievers.

—Ashe Vernon—

i mean it…





I tell you that I want you to take advantage of me.

here, in the everyday…

I watch a hummingbird hover outside my window.
I sip tea.

I sit on benches, overlooking pristine nature scenes I cannot even fathom the making-of.

I finger myself and the crisp sound of linens crinkling as I spread my legs makes me gasp your name.



i opened myself to you…

Like a river opens itself to the rain.




The clouds have parted ways.

it’s the little things…
that make all the difference.

i wasn’t safety…

I was Possibility.


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