Blend the watermelon on medium speed until smooth.
Pouring through strainer into bowl, detach the watermelon from any remnants of its former self.
WIT TEA
POETRY
Epithalamion with Angel of the Apocalypse
I shrugged myself on again, nerves cool & wet / under my lace dress.
ENUMERATE
This Space Left Intentionally Blank
We don’t often leave spaces blank in America— it goes against everything capitalism stands for.
ESSAY
Speak, Unwoman!
I am kin to the disobedient woman precisely because I am not a woman, because no one is correctly a woman, because everyone fears being a woman, because the woman striving to be a paragon will die by a thousand dull cuts.
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