7 Things You Should Know About The Poetry Of Female Anatomy
When she pushes me onto the couch and straddles my thighs, I feel like Atlas with his quivering heart
10 Things My Bookshelf Says About Me
How to get laid in 18 easy steps: fourth from the left, third shelf, received as a gift, never read
Love Letter To Donald Trump
I’m the transgender who wears lacy panties and paints
a mole beside my lips because it
reminds me of Marilyn
Last Message From A Burning Aleppo, To The Uncaring World
last messages should be urgent, they should sound like the bombs falling, the ground shattering on impact, they should feel heavy as the roof crashing down on unwitting shoulders
We Try So Hard To Be Relatable We End Up Losing Our True Selves
When was the last time someone asked you how you felt of this world and you didn’t weave the words they’d like to hear?
The Millennial’s Guide to Protesting Peacefully And Legally
Don’t let them tell you you’re immigrants in your own land.
To The Lover Who Taught Me Her Body
It was a feeling of deep ecstasy and deeper pain. It was the ache of knowing there weren’t more of you I was allowed to touch.
A Letter From The Girl Everyone Calls Ugly: Here’s Why I Refuse To Care
They want no hair on your body. So dip your body in wax, like sacrificial goat served on platter with honey.
To The Single Women Turning 30 Today
You can run into people who don’t remind you of your age. You can look into the mirror for an extra half hour.
To The Lover Who Keeps Looking For The Exit Sign
You’ve got to understand, there are no escape hatches to life, the way there are no fireflies when it rains, or snowflakes when your throat is parched.