Tag Archives: Mela Blust

something i can chew

find the soft hands – bite hard i remember the first time i learned that both failure and success were punished. i was taught that my skin was an open invitation and even a no meant yes. now i take … Continue reading

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teeth

there’s a winter where my heart should be death is everywhere her devotion to us, and ours to her, evident. for years i kept a tooth in my pocket turning it over in my hand – the human it belonged … Continue reading

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