Poetry

“I worship him. When I see him lying naked, I feel like saying mass on his chest.”

- Our Lady of the Flowers , Jean Genet

Lately time has been moving too fast. The places I used to frequent are all closed, my brother grows a head taller every time I see him, all my friends are moving away, doors and empty apartments spinning in their wake. The map of my life is getting larger, choices feel weightier. All the things I vowed to love forever have changed, and I’m

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