To Do Something Very Common, In My

It Will Take All Your Heart, It Will Take All Your Breath It Will Be Short, It Will Not Be Simple

A Decade Of Cutting Away Dead Flesh, Cauterizing Old Scars Ripped Open Over And Over And Still It Is Not Enough.

I'd Call It Love If Love Didn't Take So Many Years But Lust Too Is A Jewel.

I Am The Androgyne, I Am The Living Mind You Fail To Describe In Your Dead Language The Lost Noun, The Verb Surviving Only In The Infinitive The Letters Of My Name Are Written Under The Lids Of The Newborn Child

When One Woman Tells Her Truth, It Makes A Space For Other Women To Tell Their Truths.