she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it
FICTION
POETRY
The Punisher
That week a nazi knocked J.P. down/ at the pride parade. ICE agents ate at the restaurant before raiding its kitchen.
TRANSLATION
Invitation
Translated from Korean by Giulia Ratti
POETRY
June
and our bodies filled up like balloons and the concrete gave out beneath our feet
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six miles southeast of rupaul’s mansion (extracted from Morgan Thomas’s “Surrogate”)
wither your athletes/
dissolve your girls/
forget the toxic flesh
Loon
When I wake up in the pit of night, I look at your shoulder, the slope of your neck, and—please don’t laugh at me—I see a message.
Everything That’s Not Now Feels Like Fiction
"I noticed that so many things felt very opposite, and I was interested in the experience of inhabiting this position, knowing how I felt when I was on the other side."
The Cirrus Circus
Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.
