Category: musing

waking at last to the body inviolate as an oyster. no knife of morning articulate enough to penetrate – to yawn apart the shell of me. sleeping greedily, no granular dream to irritate me to some clichéd lustrous bead: the vulvar flesh is pearl enough for me. —– Liv (the) Infinite and Maia Sinclair-Ferguson (a.k.a… Continue reading you do not have to read this