a smorgasbord of smut

I first started seeing "ghosts," or spirits, or otherworldly presences, when I was a little girl.

A desire to combat systemic oppression is a non-negotiable value

“I was told it was a phase, that I needed therapy, …that I could be fixed”

“Melting ice cream tubs, an empty carton of milk, candy wrappers and torn packets of snacks scattered like confetti”

“Imagine taking the strongest edible ever and floating in a warm pool of oblivion”

“You were thinking egg the cop shop. I was thinking you slide over my belly, you slide onto my hand, take your sharp little breaths from my lips.”

“I wonder if the bursting of oneself into flames hurts just as much as being burned by someone else’s fire”

“…the cowboy looking down at his feet, lifting one boot at a time as if he can't believe he put the useless things on…”

“the legacy of trauma can be something other than shatter or silence”

“hazy memories of the funeral, the burial, and the aftermath”

“I chose death by a thousand paper cuts…”

“…as engulfing as a canyon is to a lizard. I discovered that delirium”

“It’s my duty to keep a vigilant watch… to the veracity of what is being said”

“not be afraid anymore of making love and alligators”

“more toxic than chemical exposure, is the act of not owning your thoughts or speaking your mind”

“This is not an argument with God or about God or for God”

“Metal is autumn and grief and weeping and the color white and the mother of Water.”

“Heat travels faster than pain”

“You slipped into a childhood brogue and cried your little green eyes out like a baby.”