Here’s the thing about motherhood—it is the entrance into a perpetual, fluid experience that you can influence, but you cannot control. It is a state of relationship to a child born, unborn, yearned for and not yet. It is a moment where you cease to be the primary protagonist of your story. Your storyline splits […]
The thing about dreams iswe build them from the inside.Our eyes close, our minds constructtreehouse cities, disco skylines.Oh, what a world we’d architectif our steel was empathy.A home for every wearied body,joy in blackness, queerness thriving,diversity resplendent as stained glass.Our beauty illumined.Community.
Naked as a babe I stand,and survey the damaged hillsand valleys of my skin—familiar landscape made foreign.If my body was the temple,you were the holy spiritthat craved a fragrant sacrificeof blood and milk to blessthe world with hope.I wonder now at what I am:the other side of a miracle.The altar stained, the crowd dispersed,the prophecy-now-memory.Remember […]
It starts with comparison.I pull the measuring tape taut,square it off, count the hashes.Pencil the number on a crumpled receiptand chant the incantation:Money back within thirty days. Discrepancy makes me a sorcerer’s apprenticemultiplying not brooms, but yardsticks.All things transmogrifyin service of appraisal:The floor length mirror.The business card.The photographs of Rome.The published byline.The summer cabin.Trust fund […]
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