How do I even start to be a slut?

In case you’re still confused as to what the everloving eff we’re doing in here.

Capitalism with bacon bits!

I was raised on little light

A letter from the place where the wild things are

I’ve got seven; how many did you get?

Maybe white men are a disease?

What do you mean, that’s not a rabbit?

Meditations on a West African reading of Hamlet.

Let’s talk about privilege and power with nips and Nazis!

Yup, the lack of choice is a feature.

A poem about the things we left at sea.

Part Two: Art meets capitalism, and the usual thing happens.

Part One: What is interactivity, actually?

One does not discover the absurd without being tempted to write a manual of happiness.

You’ve never even seen the real world.

What does it mean to be deadnamed?

A poem about being bad at love.

Recovery isn’t a straight line.

A sonnet about recurring nightmares