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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships; or at least, the kind of friendships that take shape when you have no real choice but to sit among the same people every day. They don’t quite feel like friendships in the truest sense of the word, though we often call them that for convenience. They remind me of high school. There…

Sometimes I feel like the world is sprinting past me, leaving me behind in its trail of dust and neon. Everything moves so fast—people, technology, time itself—as though everyone else was born with wings while I’m still learning how to crawl. In this era of instant everything, I feel like a tortoise on a highway, inching forward whi…

You will never truly read this. Perhaps your eyes will glide over these words, but they will not pierce you. They will not touch the soft, hollow place where a heart should be. You were always like that—gliding instead of arriving, touching instead of staying, looking instead of seeing. I write this from the black pit where you left…

i have long learned to write poems with my mouth, on thighs parted like unread pages of a book i could never finish. i have kissed countless necks, salt and strange, memorized sighs that evaporated before the morning. my nights are crowded with backs i have ridden like wild horses through the dark, hands roaming over skin like a s…