Dayane Ramirez
Sometimes i feel like thoughts or even emotions are like drops of water on the window of the bus...
Sometimes i feel like thoughts or even emotions are like drops of water on the window of the bus...
Sehmia’s bathroom is tiled in white, gloss and wet ice. Medicines I remember. In living room, she’s wearing nothing on her face but peach lipstick, hair tied back and the tips of her ears flushed. Eyes dewy from the cold like frost-slicked moss. ...
I know the waveform of an um coming between the bile and tongue and tooth and security and I. ...
a girl and i stagger out of a tear-cloud and shake into each others’ mouths. there is no one i love out of necessity, but this is a love hatched under a sky bursting and marred by flames. ...
I dream for the queer future most of all that exists, Where concern is not staying alive but living life in a way that adds constellations, where trees grow out of the earth and there are no borders, there are no barriers keeping us from what we love most....
i feel like i’m standing in a corner with my memories stacked like cards in a little box and i hand them out to people...
This is a discourse on several topics neither Here nor there, but very closely related, and Certainly of deep significance. Actually, it’s more Of a discussion, a kind of pastime, simply because We’ve stopped long enough to pay closer attention....
I remain an object In a technological world The house of creation all full of night...
We kill time in America. Daddy’s got an inflatable tube He laughs, watches me decay in salt water...