“Hi.” He knelt down next to her. She was flipping through a new cookbook at the kitchen table, one of those Ottolenghi ones, marking off recipes she probably wouldn’t make anyway. Not out of lack of skill but rather lack of care to try anything new. “Hi?” She met his gaze, eye level with him […]

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2018: The Year

2018: The Year The year I started in New York. The year I ended up in Asia. The year I swung from Kyoto, to LA, to Hawaii, and back to Kyoto again. The year I spent my mornings drinking green tea with barley. The year I spent my nights wrapped around a grapefruit sho-chu. The […]

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You do not need to see my skin or feel my insides, to get a glimpse of my soul it contorts beyond this thin net of crystallites. Contracting constantly, then broad in other realms. You might not need to hear me speak or watch me live, to taste the waters in which I’ve been sunk. […]

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Not Yours To Touch

You’re in fourth grade. You’re the first girl to reach the age of training bras and awkward curves. He walks up behind you and snaps your bra strap, creating a roar of laughter through the hallway. The sing song of prepubescent boys. You’re ten years old. You’re walking your dog in the neighbourhood you know […]

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What if there were no mirrors? What if you couldn’t exhaustively study your own reflection before you left the house? What if you couldn’t catch a glimpse of yourself in a parked car’s window as you rushed past? Where would we seek out our own reflections? We’d have to search for them in other people. […]

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The Girl

In the darkness of a bedroom that is not ours, tangled in a stranger’s sheets, the moon intrudes. The novelty of our evening soon wears off, as do your sidelong glances, and the two of us are no longer lonely. How easily the dead of night is gentled by half-truths and candlelight. I show you […]

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Come Clean

If I could sit here all day just to think these things through you know I would if I could but there’s just too much to do this life, it’s measured by the minutes & the hours of the days that make up our years here in a world at craze I hope for the […]

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This Body

Every morning I make love to this body I used to treat her like a suit of armor Cold Detached Disposable Replaceable I wake her up every morning I play with her, stretch, push I allow her new experiences Fill every crevice with gratitude I nourish her out of love I am gentle with her […]

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