25/F/London
17/F/la
you feel like home
M/nyc
these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …
where we are
little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …
18/F/India