poems

His hands

Carry violence like a hand-me-down coat

too big for his frame

But they also carry gentleness like the trembling, naked body of a baby bird

They learn to nurture the bird and starve the savagery

- abby (@all-my-bi-myself on tumblr)

Love you so much and you so rude, Māmā says to Dòu Dòu as they argue in the next room. * Sometimes I wonder what Little Moon can know of love if Māmā has only ever loved her in English.

-Xialoe Zhan, Think an Empty Room, Moonly with Phone Glow