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the bookstore

the door wouldn’t budge the first time i grasped the knob. when i said i wanted to live through history, i didn’t mean the shields of...

i see you on the streets of florence

i see you on the streets of florence i. look in the eyes of michelangelo’s david, chiseled in marble. but his hands are soft-- they are...

on forgiveness

TW: abuse your mother is forgiving. on nights like these when the cicadas are singing and you are sleeping under a quilted sky, she...

secret garden (my love)

my mother tells me I’ve turned my love inside out & I should bury this organic appetite back into the soil if hearts pick their bearers...

The Tutor

When my best friend Bell started dating her boyfriend, she told me that she felt special. He was twenty-one, five years older than she...

Palms Painted in Pride

My immigrant mother doesn’t believe in Declaration. Because you will hear truthful love on fingertips Instead of upon careless lips. When...

the fairytale

once upon a time, there was a princess running through a darkened wood and she couldn’t tell if her feet were touching the ground. she...

Aria for the Sixth

I love the way Romeo and Juliet did Beseeching time and rivalry to stop While the audience holds its breath Muttered into prayer-clasped...

ANTHEM OF A FREAK

stop—don’t say it—i see that look on your face. you’re perturbed, aren’t you? displeased? your eyes bore holes through my jittery foot...