Posts in Creative Non-Fiction
Ribs

“We shall no longer think of ourselves as floating heads, seeping vulvas, hard breasts, black gums, crooked, and harsh teeth. We will no longer have the desire to compare our round and dark selves to the moon or to the sun or to the stars. We shall drink from the final and sweet waters.”

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I Keep Meaning to Write About the Day You Were Born

“I’m not saying in those years I tried to forget you but I tried to stop remembering you… I could not forget you anymore than I could forgive myself for trying to.”

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First Morning After

“When JD is gone, I run the third-floor shower as hot as I can stand it. Hotter. I sit hunched in my aunt’s pristine clawfoot tub and rock, scratching at my skin flaring red as it scalds. A leaden balloon swells in my gut, full and empty at once. My body is cavernous. My bones are hollow. I slink into the bed where he was an hour ago.”

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Remember Who You Are

“One of them had a shaved head and a silver stud in her nose, the other had cat’s-eye glasses and chipped red nail polish, and they were holding hands. I was so fucking happy—queer zines and records in my hands and a grrl-couple holding hands in public—that I smiled. The girls returned my smile, and my baby-queer heart went boom-boom-bam, a bass drum in my chest.”

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