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A response to, in conversation with, with regards to, The Entire [REDACTEDRED] of [REDAC TE DRE DACTE]

A response to, in conversation with, with regards to, The Entire [REDACTEDRED] of [REDAC TE DRE DACTE]

Long spidery clockwork orange lashes and you hate to be shushed like that by your mum or other grown-ups or anyone. And you will still not know what sex is for years, years after you did it even.

To the Tampon

To the Tampon

men aren’t supposed to bleed.

Spineless

Spineless

I swam. I dove under, let go of the float and remembered my body. I’ve been obsessed with invertebrates and wanted to be spineless. I came back to the surface and swam to the concrete retaining wall at the edge of the lake to pull myself out of the water.

I'm Sorry We're Getting Married

I'm Sorry We're Getting Married

I love you, Harry. And I’m excited that we can be married for most of our lives. What does that mean, though, when we can already love each other for most of our lives whether the government is involved or not.

my sticky sweet(s)

my sticky sweet(s)

In the spaces between the two of you, I snuggle up for comfort.

Rangoon

Rangoon

“I know those guys,” my father would say. “They’re just a glorified referral service.”

We read to know we are not alone,

We read to know we are not alone,

But I told this car full of friends this truth I’d never even spoken to myself.