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Netflix & Chill

After midnight Doubt seeps in though the gaps around my air conditioner and comes to join me on the couch Bathed in the mummifying haze of blue electric static He wraps an arm around my shoulder tips my head back and kisses me full of fear.

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A Curse of Curves

A Curse of Curves

A curse of curves ties my hands behind my back; twists my ankles together, leaves me gagged in an attic somewhere. Men of varying pedigree climb the stairs to rub my lamp-like hips and whisper their interpretation of affirmation, willing these chains off for at least a moment, to take for granted a wish.   — Janine Serioux

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Motherfucker

Why must you be a child all the time? With those dark, knowing eyes and just-five-more-minutes-please smile. Can’t you see that I’m tired? I don’t have the time to play with you. Maybe Tanya and Tina let you get away with it but I’m not one of your little friends. Yet you still try to sneak your way into my bed When will you outgrow this phase? Creeping fingers caught in the cookie jar and all my…

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For Green Things

Why do you hate the rain? Who told you it would always be sunny? How do you sustain a life in extreme? When will you learn, green things must be earned?

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Questions For People Who Don’t See Color

Questions For People Who Don’t See Color

Congratulations on attaining this peculiar disability. Forgive my morbidity but, tell me, what does my skin look like sans color? Since I am no longer black to you I could not be grey either, since grey is a color too. Perhaps you see me as truly colorless,a shape-shifter like water or air? But even then, when the light bends through me is it like looking through glass? Am I to be just as…

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Cover

Some say small women can get away with wearing less. Slim steel limbs and  bud nipples on trim ribcages, Skin fitted close like armor. Their bodies hold a different revolt That can be smuggled neatly in size 6 jeans. They wage war in seed, planted within the walls of convention. Then there are women like me With thighs broad and lapping like riverbeds, The body of a tree, branches bowed heavy…

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Self-care For the End of the World

Self-care For the End of the World

2 cups Epsom salt ¼ cup baking soda 2 tablespoons dried lavender 2 teaspoons olive oil 5 drops peppermint oil Stir to combine.   Fill a tub, a bucket, a sink, a bowl, a glass, a thimble, with water as warm as you can stand. Pour in the salt and stir. Submerge your body and soak until your fingers prune and the water clouds with your doubt, fears, and anxiety.   Touch every inch of the body that…

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