This is a scribbled journal entry from a few weeks ago that, upon reflection, I thought would work well as a newsletter here. Enjoy!
Content note: bruises, bondage, the U.S. immigration system.
You still make me feel the way I did when I was 15 and I mapped out my crushes geographically, spatially, in my mind. Sitting in English class on the 3rd floor, I always knew my first amour was in math class across the hall, that we’d pass each other for 5 or 15 fleeting seconds on our way to 4th period when the clock struck 2, and my mind was so full of these numbers and calculations that I could set aside my nerves while plotting and planning, or else use those nerves as a brightly-lit lens through which to see my mental blueprints more vividly.