Eight of Cups
I keep seeing him, in gardenia scented dreams. he’s trying to talk to me, but either I’m too dumb to understand him, or he is speaking silence, mouth forming words he wants to say or I want...
Seven of Swords
that smiling wink when he was drunk on soju, the flush of his face—giddiness that made me feel I was drunk myself. the encouraging way he taught me how to hold my shinai, strike a men, how he went into...
A Local Man Celebrates International Women’s Day with a Series of Sexual Assaults
Seven women have been sexually assaulted in five days on the canal path that runs by my house. I hear this news and I want to dress Femme. Prowl in stilettos through his hunting ground like I’m asking for...
[Blood] Sodden Anguish/Deathbed Red (Fall 2017 Mood Board)
sodden anguish infiltrates interrogates fabric dips dyes flesh scarlet towels rags already adorn the floor design inspo autumn shade auburn burgundy the hues of after sapphire runs obscure sans sanctum sliced open blue blood rinses over oxygen gaspgasp ruby red slick...
Stupid Milk
curdle in within myself like some homespun kiss of death spoiled milk shriveled biochemical bitch shadows on skin become tombs why am I still here when there are poisons to be made toxins to be consumed at discretion reckless abandonment contamination this...
Lessons on Assault
When they told me, I politely dismissed myself from my classroom and knelt over the toilet. They said she got mixed up with the wrong crowd— wrong boy. I tried not to think of the way he used to tug on her shirt...
Silent Night
I was fully clothed. So, Did it happen? I’ve No right to complain. They are just boys. So Not really their fault, they are Just boys. I did not cry Or yell, or kick, or scream. Stillness overcame me. They laughed, and Touched, and...
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The acknowledgement
I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?
Have the time of your life!*
*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...
To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters
On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...
