queer. a bruise-purple word. a sticky syllable clinging to the edge of my tongue. what did you mean […]
Author: Gabrialla Hinkkanen
i am laying in the grass and thinking about the simplest of things: a ladybug in my palm—the […]
through my teeth i beg please, Mother, i think i can love you, allow me to see what is behind this curtain ahead of me, i must know what it is hiding.