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A girl with blonde hair and small hands stood behind a stone column as I stood slightly off the curb of my elementary sch..

The Moon In eighthgrade, my mother read my journal. She found out that my boyfriend, Andres, had snuck over to our house a few d..

There is sand on the kitchen floor and pasta sauce that has been left overnight on stacked plates. I look over at him and he’s looking over at..

She is yellow.When her fingertips roll down my cheek, tracing the path of tears and smiles,she leaves gold behind.She tells me she loves me,her eye..

A response piece to Aditi Rao's Not Being A Man, I Bleed Like This

He’s beautiful -- and not because his skin is sewn with threaded sun or because his eyes answer what I neve..

touch yourself love yourself first do not let someone roll their fingers down your spine spinning threads of..

I am not soft petals with lilac perfume and yellow words.I am not caramel skin that dips slowly and rolls like warm chocolate in and under pal..

No matter the number of apologies, no small word can erase the feel of dirt beneath my knees, clutching the torso of the closest being, pushing te..

I hope rain falls on you I hope thunder shakes your stem and mud splatters on your petals I hope weeds weave a..