Not the essay I thought I’d write: After Ahmaud, Breonna, and George

I don’t have a good caption for this.

In Defense of Your Ex

Everything deflated like a balloon. That’s what it felt like to be broken up with. It wasn’t devastating. My identity remained unaltered in her absence, but the air went out. …

Another 5.5

Lapping your lips from afar doesn’t do anything.

I don’t have use for an interpersonal bored game,

A contact-less tete-a-tete.

I want you to devour me like a starving man does cake,

Stare me down like a dessert walker does a body of water,

and then baptize yourself.

Gorge yourself.

Feral and savage and clumsy.

Go ahead.

I’m saying yes.

5.5.20

Right now

All I want

Is to breathe deeply, and let the universe have its way with me.

Power Struggles

I can be a bull in a china shop. That can lead to power struggles.