1. The pool at the Quality Inn Motel was black. We lived six or eight per single occupancy room, girls nine to fifteen years old, bunk beds stacked to the ceiling, bed wetters strategically placed on the bottom. Florida rains everyday in the summer creating a curtain of steam. The humidity feels heavy like a […]
I had the opportunity to read poet and Buzzfeed editor, Saeed Jones’ response to the 2016 Pulse nightclub shooting, which incidentally has its third anniversary in less than a month. In it Jones makes an all-caps plea to his queer community: WE ARE ALL WE GOT, he says. I think of the vigils across the […]
Desperate, I again asked:
“I’m just an adult in a child size body?”
the answer always: “Yes”
