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199 pages, Hardcover
First published March 9, 2021
This is what eating leads to. You start recklessly putting things into your body and you just become permeable. When I become a dolphin, I will eat only raw fish, catching them in my teeth as they swim by.
She believed that lesbian mothers would thwart the building of nations, that from here on out, humanity would be gawping up at tree limbs, slicing and grilling cacti, cumming all over each other in the sand, eating the magical mushrooms she'd strewn around for them so that they could talk to the plants.
I watered tomatoes, peonies, oregano, basil, summer squash. The plants seemed full of conflicting desires. They wanted to burrow into the cool black loam and also to reach into the sun. They wanted to keep their process secret in a tight little bud and then unfurl all at once, pink and glorious. I'd always felt pressured to identify as an introvert or an extrovert. As butch or femme. I never got over wanting to have my cake and eat it, too. No one told the plants they had to be one thing or another.
