Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
1. I would like to make the case for bitterness, and I don’t want anyone to stop me. Don’t tell me how ruinous it is to hate the neighbors who voted for my demise—they’re hanging the Christmas wreaths alongside signs with that man’s name. I’m no stranger to bromides about Read more
My pretty nails brittle on the backside. The shellac is shiny, And consumer-facing. The glitter gradation Disguises the delayed self-care. The missed appointment And week four gel Deprived the beds of oxygen. A ten-minute massage temps me Adding to the bill and Distracting my impulse to unlock my phone Forgetting Read more
Her blue eyes follow us from behind the dip In the cascading hill of brown and green and red. They say she’s a runner— Fit with a halter that never comes off. Her soft nose meets my hand, Her feet prodding the back of my calves. I slip against the Read more
Brazilian Wax. The distinctiveness of this practice only dawned on me after leaving my home country. In Brazil, wax is simply wax—just as there, I am a citizen, not a Latina, a South American, or an immigrant. Seeing the name of my homeland advertised on chalkboards outside gringo beauty salons Read more
January 20, 2025 Behind dark mountains at dusk, the white god rises.Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises. During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises. Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of Read more
a couple on the run, begun though it had ended, painting red lines, black streaks, triangles on the wall, forget the shortest distance, draw a circle with directions in the dirt, in the sand, in the movement of a hand, tracing imaginary cities across each other’s skin, spots of love Read more
I remember with clarity the last time I saw my grandmother. As I recall, I stood on her doorstep, staring through the stained-glass door as her small frame moved inside. She was smaller, greyer, glassier in the eye, and as I also saw, annoyed by my arrival. She opened the Read more
On a blank wall a purple line rises and falls as the painter walks alone, can in hand, heart fast, breath shallow, hopes high. The line will soon disappear at the hand of another painter, hired to cover this expression of joy, as it will be thought of by the Read more