A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
cradle this role
of an unnamed
creature in our
unreal world
offer backbone
roots open into
constellations
in snowy filaments
of tired memory
you tried to believe
in figments I know
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I've been breaking down about every tiny thing and everywhere, so Big A suggested I should apply to take the rest of the semester off wo...
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