Our Current Obsession
Our Colors, Their Colors
Maroon passes the window
Bougainvillea
bougainvillea becomes me
we bare bloody teeth and wish to be kissed
i was born stained in red
Ships and Bottles
I’m not fond of small and complicated things
Maroon passes the window
bougainvillea becomes me
i was born stained in red
I’m not fond of small and complicated things