- 'be honest. the wounds have been bearable / thus far. & who isn't bruised around the edges' (& O Bright Star of Disaster, I Have Been Lit)
- 'and my friends who are afraid to leave their bathrooms my friends who I love and I love [...] My friends. Who slice plums illegally on soccer fields.' (You're So Paranoid)
- '//if you don't like it here why don't you go somewhere else' (Turing Test_Problem Solving)
- 'the kings were boys again' (The Morning I Scroll My Way Back Into America)
- 'But for that one first night, everything cold-flecked and whispering was ours, the pink light ours, sent from another world so we could, for a night, feel untouched. So we could feel like sugar - crumbling, and perfect for it.' (Snow Moon - Perihelion: A History of Touch)
- 'All the trees wanted my number. Sent fuzzy messengers to murmur in my ears: I get so afraid sometimes all I want all I want is. All spring I brushed confessions out of my hair. Tore the little letters apart and locked myself in the refrigerator, until the world promised to stop birthing such soft things.' (Flower Moon - Perihelion: A History of Touch)
- 'And so, as the light died, we put ours mouths on the least lovable, the too-full, the easy-bruised, we shouted I choose you, and you, and you, and you, and canned that hunger, and spooned it into our mouths on the coldest days.' (Strawberry Moon - Perihelion: A History of Touch)
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Framed around the concept of cyborgs and the Other and what constitutes being human, with a few poems linking directly into how often immigrants and BIPOC are often considered 'less than'. There are some lovely lines and themes in here if you turn your mind to decoding them.
Read for F/F February '21 - #FFFeb2021