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I wash the body
Written after thinking of taking a second shower for the day, and taking it. I told someone recently that I’ve been taking more showers lately because it makes…
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I am not going to sleep tonight
Written during that cursed window of time where being awake feels powerful until it doesn’t. I am not going to sleep tonight. That’s what I do when I…
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joy and grief in equal measure
Written after attempting to transform grief into something tender, again. I create to stay above water. I create through anything that lets me rearrange the noise. Images, textures,…
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The Unbearable Embarrassment of Emotion
I used to think that being loved meant being easy. Emotionally manageable, uncomplicated, predictable, calm. Somewhere along the way, I internalized the idea that if I wanted to…
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I see food as weakness
Written after wanting something felt embarrassing. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 There’s a kind of shame I’ve always carried around hunger. It’s less about the stomach and the thighs and more about…
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They’re All Asleep Inside Me
Written out of the weight I never got to name, dissociating. ╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ It feels like I’ve been carrying every version of myself, folded into my own organs,…
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You can call me Celestica. This space is where I leave behind the things I don’t know how to carry. Pieces of writing, photographs, poems, and states of mind that never fully left. Welcome.
