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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.

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— Audre Lorde —

i am hunger…

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All night you waited for morning,
all morning
for afternoon,
all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.

—Ruth Stone—

 

 

A taste of you slipped
into me
like moonlight in a
locked church.

—Janet Lees—

not a bird or a symbol…

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… a woman burning.

 

 

 

 

What ache would you deny?
I celebrate
the wax and its sun, the wingless
skeleton,    my silt      my swoon.

— Katie Longofono —

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the final frontier…

I drank her silence
like liquor
and it destroyed
me the same,
but I fell for all of her,
hopelessly and endlessly.
My soul will always be liftedthe-final-frontier
when she walks into the room
and my blood will always dance
when her breath
passes through me.

— Christopher Poindexter —

alone with other people…

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Is anyone moved / by the plainness of raw skin anymore?

— Gabby Bess —

 

there is a crack in everything…

that’s how the light gets in.

favour upon favour…

Suck on me long and hard, leave a mark…

favour-upon-favour
a mark that says, “I was here.”

beauty marks…

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