The Sisters, by Berthe Morisot
let us cast lots, and can't we have a lesbian love story where no one dies?
February 9, 2025
Further considerations
[article]
Telling the Truth
I once told a therapist my father was molesting me. It wasn’t true. I was twenty-five and exhausted, lying awake most nights trying to understand why I felt so sad when nothing in my life was obviously wrong.
[poetry]
Thoughts of Endangered Paper
Here I am, looking at this copy of a // two hundred-dollar book.
[poetry]
this is about capitalism, and The Poet Sees Her Ex at Pride
duty pulled a mountain along lesser used roads. // time was ill-spent preparing workers for the crossing.
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[poetry]
good people on both sides, and running fingers through your hair, thin as feathers
My dear trees, I no longer recognize you // The storm puts its mouth to the house