Injury

There is no accident at the core of this so-called “essay.” Ok, there is, but it’s not what you think.



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Tastes They Left

L. was a secret. You can’t know anything about him, except maybe that he stole a lot of coffee from Pret A Manger.


photo of a dark street during a blackout with people milling about

The Blackout

Soon today will be absorbed into all of those other days. And these words into oblivion.


A Guide To Tropical Seed Saving

I told her how a coconut will sit patiently, waiting for the summer rains to soak the ground beneath it so that it can begin life again. Some of them will shrivel up in the absence of water, their insides hollow as a drum.


Dancing Queen

Queerness is longing to be connected to history, community, culture. Seeing ourselves in the past is how we imagine ourselves in the future.


Anna, Illinois

Violence, though, is accurate—referring to actual behavior, actual force.


close-up photo of a palm with shadows

A Brief History of Touch

How we know our bodies comes from the way we are handled, from the way your parents held you to the press of sexual partners. We become ourselves through the experience of skin against other skin.