Creative Writing

Harambe Inc.

'In Paris and under the arches and the ivory hotels, in the oilcloth Flutter of nights on-the-run from everything we left behind. With your dark eyes and my golden hair, the transience is all That keeps us going.'

On Gender

'The barber thought I was trans. I watched him contemplate my hairline more quizzically than usual as I told him I was writing this. It probably didn’t help that I’d been booked in as ‘Alexandra’ by the lady on the phone.'

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