“You are harmless without antlers, / rare amidst hard tusk-teeth”
Read More“I can see four-leafed clovers in the grass because / I have magic in my blood. / My parents would say it’s because / we were Irish before we were American.”
Read More“Girls sometimes roil / with fear they say / we’d do anything / to avoid a sting run shrieking / like our mothers but they / mishear buzzing for screams”
Read More“They should be quaking.”
Read More“country sojourner, you gaze at me in rough / lips psychedelic rum, see i live in the old tales / of thick thighed psychostasia. weighting between / the self-actualized fat of my body and the / flickering of french-kissed soul. see i move”
Read MoreShe takes the inherited power of her black femininity, gifted from the one who came before, and her own ability to utilize that power as the slayer, to become the chosen one. “Blk Buffy / the one who destroys things / look at her / she’ll stomp on your pretty packaged life.”
Read Morethe needle skips, you pour more salt. i’m not fucking listening, / i promise. throw scripture into static—rip
Read Morei don't choose / who to love, don't have anyone
i don't love. love is not love / without self
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Read More“I’ve always associated gardens with an abundance of healing magic. It’s where my family goes to spill our scars and history and watch something good take root. It’s where we go if we want to walk away lighter. A place I can’t quite look at without feeling an ache in the hollow of my chest.”
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