White GirlsOctober 2013
I see how we are all the same, that none of us are white women or black men; rather, we’re a series of mouths, and that every mouth needs filling: with something wet or dry, like love, or unfamiliar and savory, like love.
The ExpoMarch 2013
They arrived when the sea was swelling, threatening to sweep the old world back with it.
I want to tell you, I have nothing / but respect for your ribcage