February 6, 2024
She makes the most beautiful cakes with her hands, my mother. They’re never too sweet.
She makes the most beautiful cakes with her hands, my mother. They’re never too sweet.
my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies
The poet talks about her debut collection, sharing silenced histories in her writing, and being a “wild girl poet.”
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