The half-life of love is forever. -Junot Diaz 1 11 pm. Whatever they’re having, you said, sweeping your arm our way. The bartender serves you and Julian whiskey sours. Julian goes off with my friend. I go off with you. In your bed, in spite of the sloshing in my stomach and my kaleidoscope vision, … Read More
An anthology of stark poetry burgeoning from misunderstood manhood never neglects this categorical truth: I am a recent college graduate. A young adult. Young and female. I like to party, and drink, and have sex. What have I missed? Words were never my strong-suit. But this is not about that. I just want to show … Read More
I felt myself blooming. The tips of myself shivering. Wondering. If your mouth was a puzzle piece. If watercolor would dye silt. If I could pull you in with a skein of silk. I waited: and I promised the water that spilled from me was pure. My fault, I know. My hands open to the … Read More
How I learned to stop worrying and love myself. When I was 22 years old, I moved from Canada to Singapore for a year-long internship. Over the course of my year there, I had many firsts–the first time I blacked out, the first time I had vodka watermelon, the first time I woke up next … Read More
A few years ago, I truly believed a brown man would save me from my loneliness. It’s embarrassing to admit now, but at the time, my everyday life was shaped by this hope: if I could just find one to love and desire me, then I’d be rescued from my existential despair, from my perpetual … Read More
i remember those boys now as a constellation of pathologies of hang-ups and hangers-on each more bitterly amazing than the last they congregate as if for the sunset prayer but not in the insulated carpeted vaulted rooms of the corner mosque– but on street corners, less proper but almost as silent just as claimant. always … Read More
