.Kulap Vilaysack
these tornadoes are for you
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"If there was one thing I could save from the fire, he said, the broken arms of the sycamore, the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard - your breath on my neck like a music that holds my hands down, kisses as they burn their way along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet, clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your NamesWhat to expect: poetry, tattoos, photos, quotes, TV, films, FA/HAES, feminism. For more deets, check the tags or just ask. My feminist rants are housed at femignome.
