her story is my story is your story the axes we intersect, collide, ruminate, devise the branches we extend to heartache to the larynx to the mouth humans in our filth and consequence partially digested morals and transformative butt yoga we allied in flesh and rattles a kindred of sextants making sense of pecuniary disease a systemic longing for connections when criminal justice is criminal warfare and we are all under this rock heaving against it with our might intact and our eyes xanthic with exhaustion. we are in this radial of desire we dichroic points & light when we turn we turn together and that’s where we’re going
