I never make eye contact because I don’t intend to look kind or inviting in any way. Because men.

We remain dedicated to opening doors for others in the same way that they have been opened for us.

I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.

What I do remember is the lingering knowledge and horror that my Boyness, my masculinity couldn't protect me.

Honey, my earth is merciful. You understand? / I call you mine not as ownership but because / you are a part of me.

I imagine it’s what astronauts feel like in space, only we didn’t need oxygen tanks. We hovered before deep, black nothingness.