I hold it against you,The love you made me have for, even the chaotic parts of you.Even when you have green stuff in your teeth,Or if you were missing a tooth. Even whenyour breath smells te… Read More

The corridor is dirty from the stale fisherman's boots used for gardeningThat haven't been walked in for years.There might be bugs, we haven't checked the dust trails.I'm afraid of the deepl… Read More

My mother claims it was the instant in which our eyes first met,her- still disoriented from the C-section and me- no bigger than a loaf of bread,That it became clear to her that I was not fr… Read More

I want to see, to touch and smell, to feel and taste, to observe and to beEverything extraordinary and dull in this world alikeI want to run with my hands spread wide,Touching every dust mol… Read More

I had my first kiss when I was eight years oldK was showing me his Harry Potter booksN wasn't in the room, he was quite angry about the fact that I was playing with his brother and not himSo… Read More

At the bottom of the cave infested behind my stomachEach stone yells out in color, spilling into red and orange and yellow heat, dripping and blue, purple and gray devour their cool stillnes… Read More

When I was 6 I thought I was MuslimI drew a picture of God and his familyHis mother his wife his son his daughter-in-lawThey were all fat and happy and ghost like with red cheeksMy religion… Read More

When I was a child, I wanted to be a ballerina. I never trained ballet, instead I would dance around the house to Tschaikowsky's 'Swan Lake'. My grandparents lived in the same buil… Read More

For two months it was just me in the prison of a stranger’s homeThe four walls guarded the bed that was an inch too narrow to offer any comfortThe blanket that could never keep me warm… Read More

When I was a child and was spending day after day with my grandmotherIn her 4th floor apartmentBehind the white, uncomfortable couch and the spongey (also white) armchairI'd tangle myself in… Read More

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Nothing like the fresh smell of piss in the morningI stepped into a puddle at the ironically yellow bricked metro stationI was thinking of you this entire morningUntil I dipped my favourite… Read More

How weightless our heavy bodies becomeIn the darknessWhen we see each other just barelyShapeless to the point that we becomeSilhouettes that could belong to anyone reallyStripped of guilt an… Read More