Excerpt of *Dreams i don't remember the end of*
"the one where home is home is home
the one where we choose when removal comes
the one with allowance for a morning routine
the one where we walk and walk
& that is the destination
the one where we aren’t asked if we belong"Excerpt of *Her brother told her she was from Mars*
"in the make her cry and shout it wasn't me before first tear reaches chin way
in the way her skin was a conduit for everything unwanted being let in
in the way she always loves expecting to lose something
and in the way that broken things are easier to hold"Photo Credits: Shivani Gupta (me)