It waits in the drawer till morning, I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul. I can feel it throb, hidden away, It’s attached, though it isn’t, Roots deep inside My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off, TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”
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A Burd in Flight 