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Sure, there’s the clitoris, the tongue, the fingers, and the lips. But what about the knees? What about the ankles, the shoulders, the eyebrows? The hip bones? They’re also there, reacting. The spine tightens and the toes clench and lungs squeeze too. Continue reading

Today, I’d really like to be touched. Would love someone’s fingers pressing out the tightness in my upper back. Firm, repetitive, intentional. Want them to sit on the backs of my thighs and say “damn babe, you’re really tense” while kneading and I’ll nod. My eyes will slip closed and for once I’ll feel relief… Continue reading

I wasn’t supposed to like the coat. It drew my eye on the rack, but it wasn’t supposed to actually fit. Or even genuinely look good. I wasn’t supposed to imagine myself with the coat at some train station in a city, maybe a cigarette between my fingers and a well-loved paperback in one of… Continue reading

she’s too optimistic. i need someone a little fucked up Continue reading

i just don’t know. is this fear? i think i know how the first part of this goes. you visited me at my work in a pale blue nightgown. you were at the gallery across the street and thought you’d come and see me. i watch the way you rifle through our candy section and… Continue reading

Ughhhhhhhhh Model/Actriz Amaranth remix makes me want to vomit my brains. chew on my heart. wrinkle my guts to be steamed with iron goooooood ughhhhhhh Continue reading

when you kill a fish, something happens. after you’ve lobbed its head off and are elbow deep in its entrails, after you’ve trimmed off its belly and collar for smoking, after you’ve slid your fingers followed by your smart blade down its spine to de-bone it, after you’ve partitioned the flesh into pieces to be… Continue reading

Warm beet flesh Joe’s knife feels just right Slicing to be pickled Crimson red slides off the cutting board under cool water doesn’t stain the wood but when I wash my hands I’m pink Continue reading

I get it now, why the saying “the sun will come out” is a good one. When you live with the sun your entire life, you don’t understand it. There isn’t anything special about it. But now I live in a place where it disappears for 9 months out of the year. Where it’s rare.… Continue reading

Just remembered. Why did I forget? And why am I remembering now, 15 years later? Ms. Stephanie played ocean wave sounds while we sprawled out in a deadman’s pose on the coarse carpet floor. Yoga was a competition to see who could hold the poses the longest, to see who could stretch the furthest. There… Continue reading