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What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love

You will learn that love is not about whips and if you believe in a God, you will come to realize that your belief comes from love and all that comes from love will come back to you in the shape of love. Continue reading

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My Non-Verbal learning Disability Wouldn’t Let me Say No

My essay about consent, disability and my orientation, went live on The Establishment this week! This piece discusses the way my Selective Mutism and Non-Verbal Learning Disability intersect and there is discussion of assault. https://theestablishment.co/my-non-verbal-learning-disability-wouldnt-let-me-say-no-663b999c2049#.7f90ueyub  

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Longer Around

I’m rounded and warm on the table
a solid bowl for you
in the wake of your flesh leak, I think mostly of your eyes
the outline of the space between your give and my bite
or the shadow that follows the shape of you, when you’re facing me
now I am out and over, with a spoon
ready to be slapped or served to you Continue reading

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Mirror Limit

Now it’s nearly Valentine’s Day
and I am painted red with your hands
and your splitting chest
soon you will be sliced open and closed back up Continue reading

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Bubble wrap

I could not taste you close, when you first fed you were brown and beige colored memory then nearly four years later, we met again between Fort Greene stares my rolled up hair and my fingers numb I was cold … Continue reading

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Halves

What is white that fits in Black and white halves and Black smash? I bet his hands would hold the stretch I bet my body would shake, if pressed I was full of sex and honesty full of him and … Continue reading

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Dear You (Who I Still Haven’t Met)

I want you to taste my raw with your rage and fuck me out of my childhood pain love me like the last three years love me like still bodies after long talks silence welcomed and arms dropped fingers open and 34 … Continue reading

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