Body By Numbers.

i count my teeth with my tongue sliding it over each surface they could be cleaner i count my lashes with my eyes half-closed and blissful they could see clearer i count my breasts with your hands tight grip and whispers they could be fuller i count each breath with my lungs i stretch and […]

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Occasionally, I Poem.

Back in my late teens, I was a fairly prolific poet. Not a particularly good one, mind you, but I sure did love staying up late into the night and mashing words together until they turned into something not-quite-beautiful. About a year ago, I wrote a poem centered on what it might be like to […]

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