this is love

i wonder what he thinks about love surely he imagines the texture of our bodies in tandem, belly to belly but does he know of a different love-gear? the kind that swells during the folding of his laundry and in inhaling the way he smells after a long day in the aftertaste of swallowing whole […]



today, i am unpacking my inner landscapes and other topographies   rearranging the map where the meridian curved and bowed around the space of you this business of boundaries was glorious, indeed, as i creased and folded to hide the parts of myself i did not want to see if i am a country, if […]