Poetry
Stuff that isn’t stories
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Jesus Christ
There is no cross to take up and in fact, it was never our sins that needed erasing.
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Unnamed
When I am claimed And my friends live on Faucet eyed mothers Gather by a blank stone
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I Used to Look at The Sunset
Climate anxiety and the sunset
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Idol of Nightmares
A song about coping with the guilt of knowing someone is living your nightmares. Will you take my hand so we can pull them out?
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I Used to Look at The Sunset
Climate anxiety but this time with a picture
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Of Course I Would
There was never a sacrifice great enough.
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Speculations on Love
The start of an essay on gender queer love, as I’ve begun to navigate.