tonight i’m holding it to my mouth and seeing what happens

reading the suicide note of a saudi girl, about her abduction and forced detransition

how a filipino came out to his family and it just didn’t work

all of it goes down the gullet, straight to my second heart

the same house that contains all my ideation

everything i can’t translate into english

oh i’m so sorry

because it’s in everything i look at now

my fingers shake with the simplicity of its movement

watching my mirror watch my shirtlessness

does my skin carry a secret of this world i don't understand yet?

lately i’ve only felt satisfied with the most basic of facts:

water nourishes

fire nourishes

you can save someone by not killing them