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I Am Feminist, I Am HIV+ and I Am Lonely: Reflections on the Erotic for Valentine’s Day
Even then, it felt like a memory. I haven’t been properly anchored to my body since. I only know my body for what it represents: black, woman, and HIV+ (and hesitantly, I could also add fat). It wouldn’t be exact to say that what floats above and looks down upon my...
OF BLOOD
PRICKLY PEARS
I didn’t know cacti could bear fruit. That one could harvest from thorns, something so delectably rich, red, a strange fruit. Black mother made for desert sun that even when planted in the evergreen, still scavenging, surviving birthing prickly things. Hair like...