some days I think I have nothing in common with my younger self, and then I remember some of her dreams are still my dreams
Hélène Cixous, The Newly Born Woman
Natalie Díaz, from “Grief Work”, Postcolonial Love Poem
A picture from my favorite orchard, 10 years ago.
i’d devour you whole if you’d let me 🩸🫀
hand knit and crocheted, words by me


















