On the twenty-first of October, Dafne A. Henriquez forgot how to be human. It wasn’t a sudden forgetting, either; she suffered a gradual decline of the How-To’s until, exponentially, she ceased to be Dafne Henriquez.

The Last Song of Dafne A Henriquez

I weep hallowed tears, whisper it to myself to feel the history,
the care in each sound; I do not want to be something soft
for others’ lips, do not want to change into something palatable;
I am a scrape on their tongue, a fumble between their teeth

"Correlation and Causation" & "E-nun-ci-ate"

I am six, thirteen, eighteen, y nunca paran. They are the moon
and the stars and the sun and they cycle through their words
like eternity is just an abstract and not the loop they’re trapped in.

Maritza Mora

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