"...every Friday,
you waited for me outside, with your six-years-older-than-me pose,
We walked to my mother’s home, had lunch together, took a nap,
and I always complied, thought myself full enough just because you were."
—Miriam Navarro Prieto
- they/them
I edit magazines, read them please:
ALOCASIA: a journal of queer plant-based writing
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ANMLY: an international journal of literature and arts
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beestung: a micro-mag for two-spirit, non-binary, and genderqueer writers
ndn genderfuck crip neurodiva, find me on twitter
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