I. Neon signs pass as moonlight here, a promise: the world is still beautiful. II. I remember the night I tried to replace my ribcage with yours, trying to find beautiful in my time- bomb body. [...]
Identities take up space: headspace, emotional space, social space, and even physical space. Assigned female at birth, I quickly realized that I was “supposed to” take up less space than my [...]
I want to write love poems to my own body. So I’ve started taking the ones I wrote for you and replacing every “you” with “I.” Now I know I too love the taste of the ocean and I will grow like [...]