“It feels like something has passed, irrevocably, and with that feeling comes the knowledge that there is no escape from the reality of its passing.

This is a death.”

“How do you open your mouth and speak the unspeakable?”

“They’re not so threatening now, detached, loose skin, empty of intention.”

“I marched seven miles in protest, since I had sobbed my soul out”

“half the nation condones sexual abuse, condones violation of women’s bodies”

“this election was like a giant, neon arrow pointing right back at yourself.”

“wearing red underwear from Retail Slut, with snaps that came apart very easily”

“Where the fuck were you, with your medical ethics, when women were dying”

“her voice is gravel, a body of many small stones. The mouth of the cave”

“…singing creates the opportunity for the phoenix to rise from the ashes.”

“When I awake every morning, and proceed to wash my face, I’m reminded–I’m black”

“A bone juts out at an acute angle from my left arm”

“Today I stay naked while they talk. Get more naked. Bra off. Whatever.”

“Here were clinical images of women touching their own bodies”

“Cry. Say nothing like that has ever happened to you.”

“we chew the caps and stems of the psilocybe cubensis mushrooms”

“just like that I was sleeping with all of white America”

“a parable on how little people valued poor people”

“I love the word, the non-hetero way to say feminine”

“I was almost sixteen. I wanted a boy to love me.”