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...
My mother calls but I am afraid to answer because she will ask me if I want to fold sweaters for the rest of my life and all I will be able bring myself to say is that somebody has to do it....
closing my eyes i see everyone i’ve met online doing their own thing in their own lives the details...