Category: out of my collection

“What time does not heal, it destroys. / I beat a rug and my own body stiffens with the memory.”

“What time does not heal, it destroys. / I beat a rug and my own body stiffens with the…

The tome of hegemony lives on, circulatesin our libraries and our memories. One day,a girl like me…

The tome of hegemony lives on, circulatesin our libraries and our memories. One day,a girl like me…

       I went home, you touched my cheek,             it was enough. I stood, remembering what it’s…

       I went home, you touched my cheek,             it was enough. I stood, remembering what it’s…

I am the world’s most secret trauma / I am a burial ground of rawness and heat — Rebecca Kokitus,…

I am the world’s most secret trauma / I am a burial ground of rawness and heat — Rebecca Kokitus,…

I’ve never known such certainty as you, when you pulled into the spot where you meant to die. —…

I’ve never known such certainty as you, when you pulled into the spot where you meant to die.

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“I didn’t want a diagnosis, I had a country already. I didn’t want a diagnosis, because I am…”

“I didn’t want a diagnosis, I had a country already. I didn’t want a diagnosis, because I am…

“in the first life / it starts with overripe apples, cloying as sin // a sweet & gorgeous melting”

“in the first life / it starts with overripe apples, cloying as sin // a sweet & gorgeous…

“Flesh is the first literature.”

“Flesh is the first literature.” – Tracy K. Smith, from “History,” Duende

“To be a poet is to surface plainly // from the wound of sleep.”

“To be a poet is to surface plainly // from the wound of sleep.” – Kiki Petrosino, from…

“I slipped my skin / walked off & left myself & left”

“I slipped my skin / walked off & left myself & left” – Lightsey Darst,…