Love on bathroom walls.
And on the walls of the club bathrooms that night, I found splinters of you.
MY WARDROBE IS VERY VERY FULL BUT I CANNOT LET ANYTHING GO
Clothing is my means of connection, both to myself and the world around me.
Strepsils for a sore heart
It’s like realising you’ve left your umbrella behind somewhere, but worse.
Alien love letter
Every life spread out, mine parallel to yours parallel to everyone else’s.
My Satisfyer Pro (2) Situationship
As August appears every year, so does a discrete package at the footstep of my family home.
Porous Romance, love through degrees of obliteration
You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.
The Great Magpesis: On Unrequited Love
We seem to think that our place on the spectrum between divinity and mayhem comes down to how loved we are.
