My head often feels filled with concrete. This is not to say congested. If anything, I am rarely sick.
something remains of our being / braided flesh and muscle / or we’re chilled / bags for bone.
When someone at school asks, “Where are you from?” what they mean is, “Are you from the wet side or the dry side?” You are from the wet side, the side more prone to damage.
I can’t write about breasts without thinking of damselflies stinging the surface of water.