I was Born

I refuse to turn around on my way out. A breach baby insisting I come into this world feet first. No amount of coaxing will turn me around. So I am cut out of my mother, leaving a scar. Her only child.

I am born with a tooth so my half brother calls me fang.

Sometimes I wonder what it was like during this time I can’t remember.

Stop Moving

In October it will have been 3 years since I left my apartment in Crown Heights and set off on some kind of adventure. So

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Do we have to keep pretending?

Do we have to keep pretending? Aren’t we animated by the divine? Hasn’t the earth created us wholemade us instruments of this game? Made us